On the floor
An empty bottle next to me.
A hand full of pills
that will finally set me free.

A fake smile and laugh,
to cover all the lies.
I wipe away my tears.
No! I won't cry.

Waiting for an answer.  
To the question that I fear
My thoughts asking to be heard,  
but no one around to hear

I'm tired, in pain, I've given up.
Will this decision set me free?
Or will my soul be lost,  
Forever in purgatory

The pills still await
for the choice that I'll decide
It is my choice,
its simple live or die

My selfishness and pity
Causing my heart to go blind
Sweet memories of my life and those I love.
Coming back strongly to my mind

Those few that I love
and the fewer that love me
I will not cause them this pain
or this to be their last memory of me

The pills tossed away,
Along with the darkness that's inside.
I will remember today,
As the day, I chose not to die.