I have flirted with the thought of suicide since age twelve
I hid my tears with the empty bottles of liquor
my lips pressed against filters of cigarettes,
though slow, easiest way to death,
life flashed before me, through crushed pills
Looking at them, I have seen my hopes and dreams.
Smashed, and snorted as my pupils enlarged, my heart sank.
Falling, deep into the abyss of my life, where have I gone
have I lost fate of what I have worked on molding into my life
or is this the dark area before I reach beauty within dawn