Look at

I look at the knife
I look at the gun
I look at the rope hung up above
I look at my bloody fist then
I look at the broken mirror,
I look at the picture
I once had with you, so happy, so innocent, but did you know it was all an act?
I look at everything over again.
I couldn’t do that to you,
so I walk to the bathroom and take a bunch of random pills.
I swallow them whole.
My eyes feel heavy my legs feel weak,
I collapse to the floor and look at the picture of us,
the only thing I’ll ever see again,
finally my eyes fully close