As I Lay

As I Lay: (by: Ember Zills 10/05/07)l
As I lay crying in the room of dispair,
I hear a voice calling out to me,
I turn but no one is there.
The voice it says "do it",
As I ponder upon death.
Realizing that all I've ever been
Is a nousance, I deserve to live no longer.
For now it should end.
The voice becomes clearer as to how it should end.
It should end by merely three items,
That shall cause misery,
A knife, a pill bottle. And a bottle of jim bean.
First I shall grab the dear knife and cut til I bleed
While listening to songs of death
(That's not full of peace and harmony),
Next I shall drink down the bottle of jim bean,
While finally swallowing the full bottle of alieve.
I figure this map shall take me to death.
Then I begin to search for these items,
As I find what I need I say my goodbyes,
I love yous and apologies.
I begin the cutting,
Then the drinking,
Then the pill popping,
And wait patiently,
I begin to fall into a quiet yet painfull slumber,
As the poison rushes through my veins.
I feel my heart struggle to beat,
As uncontrollable twitching happens to my feet.
I cry of the self inflicting pain,
Then realize this is the kind of pain I've caused,
Now not only to others but upon myself as well.
Then I realize how hurtful I can be and pray,
That my dangerous self shall soon decay.
Finally I become numb, deaf, and mute.
Its about time I finally can go,
Fairwell my loved ones,
I'm sorry I have hurt you so.