My Last Dream

I dream about ending this
Killing myself
Being done with pain

I imagine laying out all my sleeping pills in front of me.
I count them out. 16 of them.
I have a bottle of Jack Daniels in front of me.
I turn up the music real loud.
Its like a party. A goodbye party.
Except no one is invited. And if they were, no one would go.
There will be no suicide note
Lets keep them guessing
"Why would she do this? She was such a happy person!" They would say
Only a few would know the truth. They have seen the scars.
I lay down. I can feel my eyes getting lower and lower,
I smile, knowing its all over.
Nothing. No One. Can hurt me anymore.