How painful could it be
To simply slip away
Today the thoughts were howling
So I stole a little pill
It was green and small and round
With a big fancy name
And a big fat warning label
"Do not mix with alcohol"
I swallowed the tiny thing
And felt relief flooding through me
But then I began to think
Anxiety gone
All that was left was my depression
And suicidal tendencies
What if
I took a few more
Maybe the whole bottle
And what if
With it
I drank 6 beers
A bottle of Pinot Grigio
And the small remaining amount
Of blackberry wine
Maybe that would be enough to kill me
These thoughts flooding faster
Than the blood on my wrists
These suicidal tendencies
Will be the end of me
A rope
A cliff
A gun
Too difficult
Too inconvenient
Too impossible
A pill seems the prefect way
A blade is far too messy
But the pill will keep me pretty
No blood or difficult clean-up
The pills the answer to it all
Thst little green tablet may answer
My suicidal prayers
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Empty Thoughts
RastgeleJust an odd collection of thoughts in my brain that sometimes come spilling out of my mind