So here the pills are,
I pick up the bottle,
I begin to shake,
Is this the right decision?
I'm about to make?
What will happen when I'm gone?
Will they cry?
Will they mourn?
Will they think, " Really did she wish she was never born?"
I loose grip,
The bottle falls,
The pills scatter across the floor,
There's nothing I can do to stop my self-falling apart now
To think I never understood why people did it, took their
own lives, to get away from the hurt and pain. Now I am
one of them, to add to the list of fallen teens.
