pill

suicide

Four walls all closing in

The floors are becoming a layer of quicksand

The ceiling gets lower

Your mind starts spinning

Your eyes are all over

The voices get louder in the silence

The lights get dimmer

You lay there all alone

Your small bed is cold and empty

Your heart starts racing

Your skin starts to sweat 

You cant handle the silence

But the voices begin to tell you to do it

 DO IT!

You take the water

You take the pills

Your stomach takes them in

The voices get quiet

The room is dark 

Your soul begins to exit

There is no rising in your chest 

Your heart is no more 

Your asleep for the rest of your life

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

In most of your writing there is pain.... this one seeks a way out. The scene was well set for "DO IT!"

[MoriartyMesa]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUjUIP2ugG4