Slowly

The Nostalgic Memories Slowly run through my mind
The cold knife & the dry pills tell me its time.
The pain was too much . And not enough regrets
My cold body meets my warm bed , eyes closed -Dead
I remind myself about the promises that'll be broken While the next day my cold body tries to be woken.
I drop the blade . Blood spills . Eyes Slowly Close
Sorry.Death was what I chose