if the drugs don't work

that is when you open up your veins and let it flow
that is when you paint the bathroom floor
the same color of nonchalance
as your too-kissable lips

(that is when you are done crying)

and this
is where you stop pretending to feel anything at all
this is where you realise that
you don't care
this is where you stop breathing

(and this is how you die)