I was there about to swallow the whole bottle,
I had seen him with her 3 times now and knew he wouldn't stop,
I confronted him and all he did was hit me,
So now I stand here with this vile of death and despair in my hand,
I take one then hear her words,
The words that comforted me when she was still with me,
I swallow another,
I lock the door,
And swallow another,
I start to write that it wasn't only him but the monster that speaks to me at night and tells me to grab a knife,
Another slips down my throat,
I cry and feel the urge to take more,
I swallow five,
And hear her voice louder,
I swallow six,
I'm up to 14,
I realize that's half,
I remember force of his hands,
And swallow 3,
I want to hear her voice but it won't come,
I swallow 10,
There's one left,
And with the weight of my legs increasing and the alcohol in my system i lie down,
And swallow the pill that takes my life,
My last words are:
" Here's to the teenage years and to the st.."
I fall asleep but I know I will never awaken.
