There is a small bottle next to me,
Its label says "LITHIUM CARBONATE 300mg."
I remember a few moments ago when it was full,
But I swallowed them all, one by one by one.
Little by little, I can feel them kicking in,
My right leg is numb and I don't have the strength to move.
"NO, mother, I do not want any dinner,"
Can't you see that I’ve already had my fill?
I lay there, talking to my friends like everything's ok
I always had a way of putting up a facade.
No one can see through me, can see the pain that I'm hiding.
No one cares though, they just pretend.
I'm tired.
The darkness takes over my lonely soul.
I hear nothing but the smooth sound the silence makes.
I drift into a dreamless sleep, full of the darkest night I've ever had.
"God, let it work this time, PLEASE!"
I pray to a god that doesn't exist.
5:30, my alarm clock rings and I get up and turn it off.
I'm still dizzy from the toxins in my bloodstream.
Somehow I manage to drive myself to work, and sigh.
My life is a trap I can never leave, never give up, ever endure.
No matter how many toxins we consume,
How many scars decorate our wrists,
Our lives are our own creations, damnations, incarcerations.
Our fetters to a corpse,
We will never break free.
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