• My time had come, I was waiting forever.
    I look down at the pills, it's now or it's never.
    A handfull of pills then there'd be full peace.
    The thougt pops in my head. "Would my aunt miss her neice?"
    I look back at the pills and then start to cry.
    "How will my mom feel when she finds out I died?"
    I throw down the capsules and grab my old bear.
    Oh how I wish to just be back there.
    Back in times where no one ever judged.
    Those five year old days when sadness only nudged.
    It never took over and made my eyes turn all red,
    Never made me cut myself and bleed on my bed.
    I get up and I run down the stairs.
    I run and hug my mother for I know that she cares.
    I say what I almost did and I cry on her shoulder.
    She just pats my back and tells me love isn't over.