Here I am,
My mouth ready to sip.
I have the bottle in my hand,
Open, and ready to tip.
The note is on the counter.
As I am staring in the mirror,
My face filled with dread,
But I will not back down, today my life will end.
It must be done I think,
As I tip back my head
And the pills flood my mouth.
It's too late, soon I will be dead.
I have no regrets,
Leaving this earth.
After all,
Everyone just treated me like dirt.
I become to feel dizzy,
The world is spinning round and round.
Soon I fall
And hear a crack as I reach the ground.
The lights are dimming,
I guess the show's about to end.
And now death is at my door,
My life has just been condemned.