choices

3am I wake up
To a kerchief red.
I struggle through my handbag
Confusing all my meds

On the floor I catch a glimpse
Auburn hair all in a mess
After realizing what is going on
I did what I think best.

With swollen hands I struggle
I'm feeling so much pain
I popped those fucking lids off
And dumped it down the drain..

I wash my face
then stare into the mirror
For the first time
Things can't be much clearer.

I'm am sick
But ill be fine
My days will end
When's its time....

Until that day comes
My body rages war against itself
I will do this solely
With no bodies help.

I'll be my own support
My own shoulder to cry
I can stand hard as rock
Until my last goodbye!