The many times you’ve done this
I should be used to it
You just let go
No longer in control
Let go
And ram that pill back your neck
Then in your sudden drowsy daze
Take your knife
The precious blade
Hack in to your lifeless skin
It doesn’t hurt but then you deserve the pain
Collapse on the floor
Rest my head upon the door
Wait for my savoir
My magic pill
To take me on a trip
As I sour in and out of consciousness
The blood begins to drip
After a minuet begins to pour
I deserve the pain
And here I will stay
Until someone finds me
Dead
Upon the floor