With His Helping Hand

by sarah k   Jun 25, 2004


I stand there
In front of my mirror
Dressed in my best clothes
My final letter sitting on my dresser
I hold the pills that will end this pain
And the misery that has been haunting me for most of my life
I think about everyone that I am leaving
My mother
My father
The ones I thought were my real friends
Some will miss me
But this pain is too much
And I can't refuse His tempting offers any longer
He tells me I deserve a better life
A life only He can give me
I believe Him
How couldn't I
He's the only one who seems to care now
He's the only one who really loves me
I begin to open the bottle
I am not alone
He is helping me
Holding my hand as I leave this dreadful place
The pills slide down my throat and begin to dissolve
Now I must wait
I kiss the letter once more and I lie down
I begin to fall into a sleep
A sleep that will be my last.

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