Popping pills no water in sight.
Is this my destiny?
Is this my life?
Opening the lid seeing how much there is.
I put them all in my mouth with out a care.
Swallowing hard chewing a way.
Waiting for sleep to come, waiting for vision to impair.
Standing on the ledge, looking down.
I feel the wind in my hair.
I feel the pain and despair.
I see the birds flying free.
I hear the cars, maybe there honking at me.
Looking at the sky how beautiful it is.
I let myself go, free falling, that's what it is.
Long sleek and grey.
I feel it wrap around my fingers.
A knot here a tangle there.
I pull them out, measuring the length.
I throw it over the rail.
Noose around my neck.
Waiting for the chair to fall, waiting to break my neck.
"Is This My Suicide"
I stand there with the bathtub insight.
Running the water holding the curtain tight.
It fills to the top.
Water drips over the edge.
I feel it on my feet; I feel it on my legs.
I step in and sit, then lay.
Waiting for the water to take its prey.
Sitting in the kitchen with a knife in my hand.
I slide it across my wrists.
Ready for the blood to follow.
Criss cross all a long.
My hearts pain is my arms fear.
Sitting there its all clear.
Dying is just a silly little fear.
I stand there as happy as can be.
They're all just looking at me.
I step on the road with the cars insight.
Hoping just to get hit.
Hoping they won't fight.
The car speeds towards me and hits without a care.
I feel the life drain out of me what's gone is my despair.
A/N…Plz R&R, means a lot.