My Hands Killed Me

If these hands
are able to write words
on this simply piece of paper,
it should be able
to end my life easily.
If a murder can kill
with the hands that was created
then maybe my useless hands
can pop pills in my mouth
having my legs drag me
down the hall and into the bathroom.
If my hands can turn things
it should be able
to turn the water on.
I want to be able
to hold a bottle of pain killers
without shaking it out my hand.
Climbing in with no ounce of regret
everything thrown off my shoulders
as my bottle empties out
As i slip, sinking in furhter
i know…that i am wasting away
that these hands of mines
the ones part of me
has done the job
that i am slipping
underwater in my tub
as i see the darkness closing in me
like a suffercating infant.
I dont have help
cause i cant speak.
But know… my time
has finally run out.