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Jagged Pill
Deadly quiet,
Tired and still,
I look to my left,
Bottled white pills.
Head in my hands,
I close my eyes,
Think of my friends,
And watch my future die.
How could you do this,
To a little girl?
Beat me down,
And fuck up my world?
I stare at the bottle,
Take it off the shelf,
You wanna kill me?
Well, I’ll do it myself!
I wouldn’t give you the pleasure,
Of knowing you won,
You lost the game,
It’s finally done.
Trembling lips,
Toss back the pills,
“I pray to God,
that all this kills.”
I look in the mirror,
Final moments alive.
Now to wait,
For death to arrive.
Eyes get red,
Stomach cramps,
Taste of blood,
Forehead damp.
I bite my lip,
And grasp the sink,
It’s almost over,
At the brink.
Gasp for breath,
I try to fight,
Fall to the floor,
With blurry sight.
Legs are folded,
Minutes pass,
An emptry bottle,
In the trash.
Deafening silence,
Blinds my ear,
From my eye,
Escapes a tear.
My hands are shaking,
I’m coughing blood,
Emotions pour,
And start to flood.
My mind goes blank,
And vision black,
I’m almost gone,
Not coming back.
My legs go numb,
As I beg for air,
Take it back?
I WOULDN’T DARE!
Gagging and screaming,
Insides tear,
I now realize,
Life’s not fair.
Heavy eyelids,
Start to close,
A brand new soul,
From death arose.
One last time,
I hold my heart,
An end just beings,
Another start.
Collapsed and cold,
Finally dead,
Lifeless I,
Rest my head.
Glistened face,
Blood on my lips,
Whites of eyes,
Blue fingertips,
Bathroom tile,
Puddles of sweat,
Glad I did it?
… YOU BET!
