Pills

I sign the letter,

That marks my life,

Of shocks and stings,

Hurtful words and other things,

I cry as I fold it,

Up by my desk,

Where the pills now lie,

That lead to death,

The silence fills my mind,

Peace is soon to come.

 

I pour the pills,

Into my hand,

And stare with dread,

At the color red,

Soon black,

Is all I'll see,

When put out of misery.

 

I raise them up to my mouth,

And swallow all,

I swallow death,

Soon to drown,

In the dark,

Soon to see the light,

Soon to be,

In a happy place,

Serene.

 

Death is easy,

Or so they say,

But swallowing those pills that fateful day,

Wasn't easy,

It wasn't hard,

It didn't feel,

It didn't matter,

As the lights turned out,

And all went black,

I drowned in darkness,

Peaceful death.

Author's Note

I would NEVER commit suicide...just to get that straight...this just came to mind after reading a book about it...hope you like it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost two brother' s to suicide. I try many times to recreate their death in my mind. Both of them walk away from friends and family and with no complain or clue. Put a rope on their necks and killed them selves. What goes through a mind? A very good poem. I believe suicide is very hard. You must think about what you are leaving behind.
Coyote

[A.M. Everlasting]

Wow, this was very deep. I think the short lines fit very well with the person's emotional state, and I could definitely feel this person's depression, as it changes slowly into acceptance and then into nothingness. I would also never commit suicide. Never mind the fact that it goes against my beliefs, but I'm not ashamed to admit I'd probably be too afraid to end my own life. Anyway, this poem touched a soft spot with me and it was a really, really good read. Thanks for sharing.