• A feeling of fear grips your heart
    And you can't stop.
    The knife glints in your shaking hand
    And you prepare to plunge it home.

    But, it dawns on you
    What are you leaving behind?
    Your family
    Friends
    And loved ones.

    You try not to thin about that sorrow.
    The sorrow of death that you're leaving behind.
    You try not to think about them
    The ones that will miss you terribly.
    And you try not to think about the red
    The red that will create a pool around your silent body.

    So you put the glittering knife away
    And take out that bottle.
    The bottle that will end all your sorrow
    And your pain.

    You put the plastic to your lips
    And point it towards the sky.
    They slide with a hard texture
    Down your dry dry throat.

    You feel your mind clouding
    And your vision starts to get fussy.
    You lie on your bed and wait.
    As the sweet embrace of that lifelessness
    Comes over you.
    And you die.