(Trigger warning: attempted suicide. – Owen)
The lights in that apartment
Turned every night
Into a lonely night
There were also other lights:
Neon lights a block away,
Where drunken men and women
We’re getting together at the bars
Or on the dance floors
50 yards from them,
65 yards from the ocean,
I discovered:
No matter how much
Companies individually wrapped
Sleeping pills
I could still swallow all of them
(Those were dark times for me. – Owen)