Looking at the bottles
Yellow and White
Their labels giving me instructions
Telling me how to start my day
And how to end my night
Wanting to feel normal I listen to the instructions
Taking my pills to end my own destruction
The bottles contents are getting low
The thoughts of self harm and paranoia sneaking into my mind
Just wanting somewhere to hide
And prepare for the anxiety that is surely ahead
Bottles are empty
My sanity is no longer intact
So I think of other ways of how to get it back
Drink I will till I fall asleep
For the first day all I want to do is sleep
Second day all I want to see is smoke rolling filling that pipe
The glass is beautiful and white
This is all I want to see day and night
The days grow into weeks and I never sleep
Now I am a lone
No home and no one to love
I hate myself
I hate the day and I hate the night
I want to cry and forget all I have done
Then I remember where I put that gun
I pull it out of the case
Wondering how this pistol will taste
