Truth

In my hand,
I have it now.
But should I,
will I,
attempt to swallow it?

Because what they say,
"Ignorance is bliss".
But then again,
the truth will set you free.
And everything eventual,
will happen eventually.

So why procrastinate?
Procrastination is like masturbation,
your only fucking yourself in the end.

So with some considaration,
and almost no hesitation.
I pop it in my mouth,
and try to force it down.

But the large smooth pill,
turned into,
Something spiky and silvery blue.

The spikes,
tares up my throat,
and makes me wanna choke.
Gasp. Gag. Stop

But I cant,
Im already half way there.
The spikes scrape,
and the blood flows.
But its my mind,
that hurts the most.

Now that its in me,
Im doubled over,in pain.
Yes my troat is bleeding,
and Im coughing up blood again and again.
The little voices,
are screaming in my head.

Now the saying,
is stuck in my head,
replaying again and again.

Hit with your sticks,
and through your stones.
But the words you say,
hurts the most.

Laying in a pool of blood,
my heart beat now slow.
The shouts now a whisper,
and I still have no where to go

And Ill do this again,
and again.
I suppose,
this makes me a masochist.

Because,

The Truth Hurts.