Wouldn’t it be easy?
A hand full of pills,
Gently sliding down my throat,
Poisoning my body,
And finally putting me at rest.
A small, hard hand gun,
Cold in my clammy hands.
Shaking and making it harder.
A bullet in my head,
Will end it in a second.
The pain that is constantly on my mind,
The pain that takes over my body.
A simple jump off a high building.
Standing on the ledge,
One deep breath and a step off the edge.
A few seconds to know what I’ve done and regret it
Just before I hit.
“Just picture it being soft at the bottom.”
Words that are constantly going through my head.
Maybe I shouldn’t end it,
Just ease it.
A little blade over my wrist,
Pushing down just a little.
Taking the inside pain to the outside.
The deep red blood pours out
But is diluted as tears fall over it.
Only a few pills,
Will ease the pain,
Kill the brain.
Help to live a little longer.
Drugs and alcohol ease the ache,
Help me forget for a little while.
If only I knew what would happen if I ended it.
Heaven or hell.
That would determine my decision.
The notes already written.