new poem, desperately seeking critique?

Question by Kasey: new poem, desperately seeking critique?
Thoughts are running a marathon through her head,
Knowingly addicted,
Passively ignoring.

This drug isn’t just a habit,
It’s why she still lives,
Why she doesn’t give in.

The words fall from her mouth,
Cold as ice,
Begging for your heat to melt it away,
“I don’t need no help.”

There goes another pill;
Another reason to live,
But another step to die,
She doesn’t see the difference.

Broken windows and lost keys,
Blackouts and vomit,
She’ll take it all,
If it meant forgetting you.

“I don’t wanna kill myself,”
She screams for someone who doesn’t exist,
“I just wanna die.”

Cold tiles against her flushed skin,
Choking another one down.

The world spins as she rises,
Empty bottles chrashing to floor,
She hears nothing.

A fastened heart beat,
A slowed sight,
Glass catches her fall.

She didn’t need you.

She needed the guidance,
The love,
The care,
The feeling of being high.

Now she can’t think,
Can’t breathe,
Can’t whisper one last time,
“I love you.”

Please tell me what you think, im not very good at poetry and im trying to get better. Thanks so so so so much ^.^

Best answer:

Answer by Pink Icing
For this picture a grayscale view, a teen, emo, crying on the floor of the bathroom, red tears, red lips, its dark though.

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