My Own Dark Fate

~Lisa began with the first stanza, and I wrote the second. Then she wrote the third, I the fourth...and, you get the picture =P~

All I wanted to do,
Was end this superficial lie,
Just pop another pill,
And in my bedroom die.

I couldn't take it any longer,
I needed to end this sad thing known as life,
The razor was constantly calling,
And I could do nothing but cry.

I look toward those pills,
And that razor upon my shelf,
I look toward your picture,
And I couldn't help myself.

I slowly lift myself from the chair
And seemingly float over to my desk,
I begin reaching for the pills,
Ready for my death

Until, I remember the power,
you once made me feel,
I remember the before scars,
You did help me heal

Now, those were the times,
You were there to care for me,
When I didn't think I could make it,
But you insisted on believing in me.

Why forget the good times,
Why reopen my broken heart,
When I could keep on dreaming,
Why push ones self back to the start?

All the emotions are overwhelming,
And I find myself in tears,
I'm not going to do this to myself,
I'm not going to live my life in grief.

Your words are now like spears,
Impulsing and stone cold,
Your heart no longer warms me,
your hand I no longer hold.

But I don't need your ice cold words,
And I sure don't need your hand to hold,
I can make it by myself,
I can make it on my own.

Who needs a lyer, not me,
For I have friends so pure,
In this world I will find another,
Be gone with you..
Your needed no more.

I walk away from the pills and razor,
A genuine smile on my face,
Not because of a satisfied addiction,
But because I decided to change my own dark fate.