The fire burns my flesh,
scorching my inner-being.
Leaving marks that go un-noticed,
never to be shown.
The pleasure of the pain is unwavering,
it saves me from myself.
It's better than the alternative,
of which I've considered a true option,
selfish as it may be.
Every time I take my pills in the morning,
or drive my car down US-19.
I know I have enough bottles to find the darkness.
Or I could just press down on the gas,
drive head on into traffic.
Take out as many with me as possible,
and end their suffering too.
I wish I could take the cowards way out.
Asked by Anonymous at 4:27 PM on May. 13, 2009 in Health
Answer by ManEater26 at 5:03 AM on May. 14, 2009
Answer by morgan453 at 4:43 PM on May. 13, 2009
Answer by tyfry7496 at 4:45 PM on May. 13, 2009
Answer by katie_s1 at 4:47 PM on May. 13, 2009
Answer by Anonymous at 10:25 AM on May. 14, 2009