He has been seeing someone
else
I asked and only lying cards were dealt.

With my heart broken, deflated in my
chest
I begin to wonder if I should lay myself to rest.

I watch my life now, through an old whiskey
bottle
drinking till I find hope at the bottom.

Turning it up so the liquid coats my
pain
My eyes roll back as it flows through my veins.

The taste of my emotions leave my mouth
dry
I turn the bottle back higher in the sky.

Tears leak from my poisoned
eyes
as slowly all memories begin to die.

More tears than that from a broken
heart
tears for my life, and my time to depart.

I let all my demons fill my
insides
with an ear-pierceing laugh as I plan my demise.

Will my mother cry when she gets the
call
or solemnly explain "She caused her fall."?

Will my father sob when he sees the
headstone
"The one that lies here died all alone"?

Will my sister crumble down to the
floor
or stand tall and whisper "She chose that door"?

Will he see me and remember the love he
ignored
or walk on by as I gasp on the floor?

Will I miss this cold air I
inhale
or realize I'd rather been buried pale?

Will I miss myself, and the one I've grown to
hate
or discover premature death was my fate?

I have made my choice, the one that changes it
all
to step away from the edge and refuse the fall.

But this smile can stay on my face no
longer
while I sit here weak and my demons grow stronger.

With the taste of whiskey stll in my
mouth
the choice I made I begin to doubt.

I hold the gun against my
head
and think of what's to become when I'm dead.

I hear someone open the
door
and off goes the gun as I fall to the floor.