sometimes.
sometimes I just wish.
wish that'd i would follow through with it.
take a few pills and be gone....gone...gone.
i would want to see your face.
when you walked into the room.
would you be shocked?
sickened? or even the tiniest bit of sad?
i would love to see you cry.
for once your the one in pain.
you could use me as a excuse.
excuse for all the drinking you do.
people wouldn't dare question you.
'it's the way she deals with pain'
