A bottle of pills
Waiting to save me
A handful of white tablets
bring much needed relief
Only a few minutes of pain left
pretty soon there will be
no more pain
no more suffering
no more me
A glass of water
half full or
half empty
doesn't really matter
all that matters is it will help
help wash down the bitter taste
the taste of death that lingers
after the pills are swallowed
the third times a charm
Minutes turn to seconds
only a couple remain
thoughts race through my mind
what will it be like
I find comfort in knowing that
it cant be worse then living
I close my eyes
my breathing slows
my body relaxes
A spirit
finally let go
finally happy
free to be what it wants to be
no longer being forced to change
no longer being judged
like a hot air balloon it floats
weighed down by hurt no more
a dream come true
