As I lay dying

As I lay dying,
in my little black room,
all the memories i had forgotten,
come back to me.

I was 3 years old,
sitting on my bed,
my dollie had no face and started talking to me,
I screamed and ran away,
after all I was only 3.

Next i was 5 years old,
And starting a new school,
laughing and joking with my friends,
oh i was such a fool.

10 years old was my next,
the kitchen with my mom,
her telling me that my dad had died,
and he had done it himself.

now i remember 10 minutes ago,
sitting on the chair,
with the pills and razor blade,
on the desk with held my despair.

i grab the pills and pop them in my mouth,
take the blade and cut,
the things that bind me to this world fading away,
this time i cut too deep,
and into the darkness i perish.