My Overdose

It's coming back to haunt me,
sneaking up behind my back.
I try to face it head on,
Insead I reach for my pills to avoid the attack.

Why must I constantly fight this?
Why can't it just be over?
I know being drugged won't help a bit,
but life seems harder when your sober.

so fill my glass to the rim,
let my overdose sink in.
The only way to fix this problem,
is to finish what my parents started.

The bottle's half emptied,
what once filled it now fills my stomach.
It was all too tempting,
and regret settles in as my body plummets.

*please read and comment...it would mean a lot. this is a true story and i just got through it.*