Solitary crowds

Thoughts

I think I think to much.

I think I don't think enough.

I think I'd think better...

Ten feet under water.

Silence surrounding me.

Darkness consuming.

I'd drown and no one would know.

I'd be so happy...

If I was gone

Forever.

*****

Staring at the ceiling

Attempting to get sleep

Whispers is all your hearing

Demons haunting your dreams

Cutting your wrists

Trying needing to feel pain

Smiling at the blood you see

Having nothing else to gain

Grabbing your pills

Given to help cure you

Swallowing six or seven

Knowing this is all they could do

Those pills never helped

You knew they never would

So you use them as a weapon

Knowing you always could

You fall to the floor

Eyes rolling into your brain

Finally losing conscious

Finally losing pain

I wish I could have gone with you

I think soon I will

I just have to be less careful

And they'll give me the pills

I'll leave this earth

And all its people behind

I'll stop getting hurt

Stop losing my mind

One more cut

Is no longer enough

I need more than that

I need more blood

I need to be gone

It's the only thing

That will fix me