I sank down by the toilet
With the tears in my eyes
With all that has happened
Is it really a surprise?
Two fingers down my throat
Making little sound
It’s pattern to be broken
Lest my head forever pound.
Empty pill boxes beside me
Their contents now long gone
I’m just a piece in their little game
Nothing more than just a pawn.
Now my wrists are pooling red
With the words they speak profoundly
Now I sink into a slumber
Where I shall sleep so soundly.
And I do begin to wonder
Why did it have to be me
I could have been so much more
Why couldn’t they just see?
