A handful of sleeping pills and some beer
Reckless behavior I engage because I longer care... Its near
The only people that love me are judgemental *******
That's ok though.
Because when I am dead and gone you'll pretend you care
I seen it first hand weeping because I am no longer there
I sit here and think about me and my pain

Thoughts of suicide I try and refrain
It only gets harder though
As I mentally spiral out of control
Ill leave behind my writings of poetry
Expressing my distaste in life and ever living agony