Pills

I see the pills before me
One, two, three, four, five
The bottle of jack Daniels next to them
Tension begins to rise
I swallow the pills one by one
The J.D. helping wash it all down
Praying that soon
My body will hit the ground
As I wait for the effects to begin
I suddenly vomit
My plan has failed
Rushing to the toilet
Me death will so be unveiled
The very next day
I have twenty pills
I swallow them two by two
Jack my good old friend please don't let me down
Let this be the end