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by Alicia Feb 1, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Happy birthday to me, I'm turning sixteen. I've reached my one goal in life, And I made it out clean. I went home that night, And popped some more pills. I can't take this fight, And I hear drain cleaner kills... Mid of the night, Not a person in sight. I sneak in the bathroom, And turn on the light. I pull out the draino, And pull off the lid. I gently plug my nose, And take a huge swig. I fall on my knees, Doubled over in pain. My family wakes to hear, The scream I could no longer sustain. They run in in time, To view my last breath, As it leaves my body, They witness my death.