Stop

I've waited,
Wanted,
Trying to breathe,
It's a struggle,
Feeling lost,
Hands shaking,
Fingers are cold,
how many pills was that?
30? 40?
Lost count,
No one ever said,
Dying was easy,
But its final,
No more pain,
No more voices,
No more agony,
Inside of me,
These are my choices,
Taste of copper,
Oh, its my blood,
Guess the tablets work,
Fighting urge to puke,
Im not unstable,
This isnt a poem,
Nor is it fiction,
It's my design,
To die in the cold,
To die ever darker,
by the time you finish,
I'll have already started,
03:08am  gotta make the pain stop,
Please god make it stop,
Maybe the veins would be better....