Death I savored the thought,
It would pass my mind constantly,
Death had consumed my life,
I wished for it,
I wanted to die as I slept,
But I knew this was a wish not likely to become reality,
So I contemplated how I would die,
At my age
It would have to be forced,
So my mind wandered
Eventually I came across the simplest answer,
Pills,
Wouldn't that be painless?
Death was my savior,
I thought it would bring me peace,
But what if it brought me more hell than Life did?
So I sat there,
On my bed,
The bottle in my hand,
Crying,
Knowing I'd have to stick this life out,
Just wishing there was something to make it easier,
To make it fade,
And it was that day,
I picked up my first blade