dying. 4/30/11
white yellow brown blue.
bottles and bottles.
i am alone,
and in a room of pills.
nobody knows how easy i could make it.
how easily i could make this all go away.
i could end the pain.
right here,
right now.
i want to make it end.
living has gotten so hard.
ive come to only know pain and releases.
i dont know how to make anything better.
only how to destroy myself.
all ive done for years is tear myself apart
from the inside out.
im dying,
from these pills,
from drugs,
from all the pain.
dying.
