the last time i will see the sun come up as i wake
the last time i will look in my closet for what to wear
the last time i kiss my mother goodbye on the way to school
the last time i walk the halls of the murders that killed my confidence
the last time i wave goodbye to my best friend as im getting off the bus
the last time i will greet my younger brothers home from school
the last time i will help with dinner and dishes
the last time i call my dad to tell him i love him
i now dress in my finest clothes
i get the pills ready by my bedside
ive been planning for months maybe years… the perfect death
i take all the pills from the bottle
i slowly close my eyes and  take a deep breath the last breath i will ever take
i think of what it will feel like when i lay here dying
i feel it like a slow warm current flooding over my whole body
im fading away
im gone.