As I sit in a corner pondering,
Too weary to even stand,
My thoughts are then drawn,
To the bottle in my hand.
It contained a mixture,
Too deadly to say.
And I wondered if I'd use it,
As I remembered that darkened day.
I had finally found an escape,
From the life I had before.
And when the time came to use it,
The force knocked me to the floor.
His friend came to me with no regret,
And threw to me my fate.
Once again, my chance was gone.
And I was way too late.
He told me you have a girlfriend,
There was no sympathy in his voice.
So as I stood there as he walked away,
I knew I had a choice.
Should I stay here in this world,
Where I am constantly hurt?
Or should I take the poison,
To protect me from what I've learned?
Smiling with a slightly mad air,
I opened the bottle's top.
And as I slumped against the wall,
I thought it was too late to stop.
I awoke in the ambulance,
For they were trying to save my life.
Screaming in anger and fury,
I pulled from my pocket a knife.
I cut the cord giving me breath,
Before they could stop my intent.
And I laughed with a finalization,
As my last second was spent.
