One Way Ticket

I'm staring at this letter you left me,
while taking the city bus just down the street.
because after all that's been injected in me,
i don't believe i can walk more than three feet.

i found a ticket on the sidewalk,
didn't bother to read the lines.
i slipped it in my pocket only to discover,
the syringe i still had inside.

i escaped into the alley,
stole the bottle from the hobo by the door.
drank the last swig of warm vodka,
then threw it up on the floor.

while stumbling out of the alley,
my pupils began to dilate to the light.
as i'm motioning to the light pole,
i try not to fall in everyone's sight.

my eyes feel you at the corner,
where i was dropped off by the bus before.
you were holding the same ticket,
that i found earlier on the floor.

i pulled it out of my pocket in a second,
dropping the syringe in everyone's sight.
reading the last words written were;
"here's your one way ticket to your suicide"