Poetry of the Disturbed

Please just leave...

Medication...

I dont want to take them...

I hate it...

Why do I have to take them

There are others who are worse then me

Yet Im stuck with the meds

Just to help me stay sane....

I dont wish this on anyone else

Yet I wish that wasnt me...

If I stop....

I die...

If I stick with the meds

Then Im unhappy...

Why do I have to make this decision..

Either I take the meds and be unhappy

Or I stop and die by my own hand...

Why does it have to be me...

Why do I have to make the choice of the pills or the blade...

I hate it so much...

I hate this...

My life or sorrow...

Sorrow for myself or sorrow for others...

I dont want this decision...

I dont care enough to take care of myself....

And I face every fucking day with the choice...

Of meds or death...

Why do you think this you ask?

Cuz its a slow process but my body will go through withdrawal

Then I will start cutting...

Just one and then more will come

Then I will attempt suicide

But then you'll sucede

And it will fade to black...