My mind goes blank,
the world around me starts to fade;
soon it will all be over.
Soon I can leave this place and never come back;
I can never come back...
But where will I go? Will I be happy?
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone?
Thoughts come rushing to my mind like a volcano
that's stood dormant too long.
Stop thinking! I can't go back now!
or can I?
No... it's too late. I feel myself slipping away.
Just one more pill should be enough;
that's all I need... just one more...
than one becomes two, then three, and four
I'm losing control! I have no self-control.
I no longer feel that grip on reality.
Something is missing... somethings not right...
A sense of loss overcomes me.
I have no feeling... I am numb...
I am dieing.