Clock Ticks\' Dawn

I stare out the glass window,
waiting for the memories to pass.
Lurking in the shadows,
wondering how long this process will last.
My cup of liquid substance,
sits upon the floor.
Its moments till my life drifts into the distance,
floating willingly out the door.
I know its a stupid decision,
but your the one who did this to me.
I cant fight all my reasons,
so why cant you just let me be?
I can pick you out from the crowd,
My eyes darting to your very heart.
Wanting to scream aloud,
About how much you tore me apart.
I\'ll never forgive,
Not a single time.
Now i decided not to live,
And it didnt even cost a dime.
Now this is the real deal,
only minutes left on this very ground.
I wonder how it will feel,
as my soul lifts from this agony mound.
I let a gasp slip from my lips,
as the pain tears me away.
I\'m not regretting those many sips,
wincing at the pain as I lay.
Don\'t even count to ten,
Im already gone.
My body lay still,
as the clock ticks dawn.

(This is a very special poem. It was not only the beginning of my depression stage two years back... but the very first poem I wrote, and not actually forced for school. OHope you all like!)
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