An empty tylenol bottle is sitting across from me,
my blood drips from my hands,
into pools of spilt vodka and brandy.
I look up at the spinning ceiling,
and cant begin to describe how I'm feeling.
A tear drips from my eye,
and I smile because I know that I am going to die.
My eyes sting with another tear,
because I no longer have anything to fear.
All my life I have tried to pretend that I am normal,
and smile even though on the inside I've felt horrible.
I don't want to have to cry anymore,
and I dont want to feel like I have nothing to live for.

A scream,
a tear,
it seems
like no one
can hear.

A knock
but that door
is locked.

A shout,
a shove,
fuck the asshole above.

A siren,
a black screen,
nothing is as it seems.
 
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