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by ScarredToTheBone Mar 6, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
They rattle and shake They linger in my hand I long to take Just throw back my head Toss them into my mouth And go back to sleep They stare me down And I just want to leap The blackness calls to me And I wish I wish it was over That the pain didn't kiss I take the bottle and hold it against my head My own personal gun To use in emergencies only There's no turning back Once I toss back my head Do I dare do it? I'm not really sure I put the lid on the bottle And put them back in the drawer I'm proud of strength I'm not ready for the end Not yet But I know I'll be back Testing my strength Only to find That I can't walk away I'll lay down and take them Till the bottle is done I'll close my eyes and whisper And it will be done