Not suicide

I'm on the brink-
The edge-
Oh how I wonder what will push me over this ledge..
Will it be the pills?
The booze?
My haunted past- that's causing me to choose?
Choose what you may ask-
Suicide. But suicide feels like such a daunting task..
A single drink from a flask.
A single line- straight up my nose.
A blast of bliss.
Now I shall slit my wrists..

I still feel your kiss on my lips.


-RJ