It’s dark in here,
I can’t always find the switch or the air to breathe.
My days turn into the hell,
My nights are the blissful peace,
Because it’s the only place where I may really do it this time.
I put those awful pills in my mouth again, the taste was sweet serenity,
I lay back with a razor close to my hand,
I look at those cuts, I hear my heart beat ….
Slowly and surely I hope it’ll work this time.
My note is left on the back of my door,
Please don’t suffer over my longing to be gone,
Be gone from this world, cause it’s no longer a world at all.
The hatred consuls the best of people.
I guess this time it got a little much for me.
About this time now, the acid is eating away at the pills,
My head is dazed, confused, I can’t feel my limbs.
I close my eyes, if only for a second.
….. Just to be woken up a day later in the hospital.