I took the bottle from the shelf,
My head was throbbing,
This would help,
The pills poured out into my hands,
“Should I take them all?”
Is what I said.
All my pain would be no more,
My memories gone,
And the fatigue,
Will be pleased forever more.

I looked around,
No one there,
I could do it,
And time would soon show me ,
On the carpet,
A terrified stare.

My reflection,
In the mirror,
Made me want to more,
Myself image,
Will make me do this?
Never again be restored?

Thoughts of all ran through my mind,
My stomach became sick inside,
“Lord God hear my solemn cry!!”
My fear is overcoming my mind!

Those blue pills,
Looked back at me,
As I looked back into my hand.
Figuring,
what would it bring,
But sorrow,
And sickness,
For my families.

Would I be that selfish?
Those pills be so mellow?
How did I get this far under cover?

Would they ever know the real truth,
If I did leave?
Would they blame themselves
For my bleak,
Suffered screams?

I couldn’t be that blinded,
Am I?,
That lost?,
I almost,
Layed in dirt of this land,
I almost sent myself
A free ride,
Six feet below this desert of sand.



 
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