There are so many pressures in this life, and my way to deal is with a knife. If not a knife, then will many pills, looking for a way to slowly be killed. I take the pills one by one, until i see the bottle is done. Fifty pills down, fifty to go, there goes another, killing me slow. The bottles are spread all over the floor, and in comes my mother through the front door. She walks in the kitchen, sees all the pills, the Tylenol, the Excedrin and all the water that spilled. She screams and she yells, cries many tears, then lets me know this was one of her fears. The pills are starting to work, my wish is coming true and in a few hours my life will be through!
