Laying here with tears rippling
Trying to figure out if I was the one that messed up
Did I do something wrong that night
Maybe this is all in my head
Hand looking for the bottle of pills
Moving as if they are on a mission
Bottle hitting my finger tips
I start to get excited
Pulling the bottle into my palms
Shaking the bottle a few times
Who knew little tiny pills could get me so excited
My eyes big an wide now
Popping the top
Watching them pour out like a stream into my hand
I start to feel my body give off tiny shakes
Throwing them into my mouth
The taste
Nothing like I have ever had before
Washing them down with half a bottle of Night Quil
I start to wonder what you would do
What would you do if you knew what I was doing?
Would you even care?
Asking myself so many questions
Looking at the phone I start to run my fingers up an down it
Running my fingers over your numbers
Thinking if I should call you before I pass out
Calling your house I start to feel a little more excited
To only hear you where not home
I knew it wasn’t true
I knew you where there but I just let it go
I wondered if you would ever return my phone call
Probably not though
I was trying to think how you find out
Who would tell you?
Or would anyone not even notice
I start to feel the Night Quil running threw my vain
So warm
Making me feel freer
Laying there looking at the phone wishing your number would show
But I knew you wowould call
An I was right
Growing more and more fed up now
Things are starting to fade
God I wish you told me
Told me what I did that was so wrong
