Suicide Part I

Sitting here,
Feeling no fear
I have the right pill,
And enough will
Soon enough I'll sleep,
And I won't be yours to keep
I'll never again wake,
Because you were so fake

I know very well,
I'll end up in Hell
Suicide is a sin,
But how else can I win?
Loving you hurts too much,
I can't exist without your touch
I don't want to live,
I have nothing left to give

TO EVERYONE ON THIS SITE: This poem was written about two years ago, and I just now finally decided to post it. It is the first, in a series of three. Please don't worry about, because I'm fine. Thanks! Janjan