I'm sitting in my room. I'm thinking of you. I see the pills on my dresser. I can't believe what I am about to do. I never got to take from you, all I ever got to do was give.I hate myself for what I am feeling, but if I have to go on without you then I no longer want to live. Life's funny sometimes, just when you think everything is going great, someone does something to you and suddenly all that love turns into hate. I'll never find anyone to love me, at least not the way you did. That's what I was saying to myself as I grabbed the pills and slowly twisted off the lid. I began to start shaking as I poured some of the pills into my hand. I loved you more than any one else ever loved you. More than anyone else ever can. I don't know what it was I did to you . What was it I said to make you feel this way? It doesn't really matter now because I'll never see another day. Now I take the pills and I swallow them down with water. Later on, as I'm fading in and out I think I hear you holler. It seems like I'm hearing you say this feeling is love not hate.. I open my eyes for a second, look up at you, then the peace overcomes me and I know that it's too late....
Reason for writing:
I had a friend commit suicide and I wrote this for her.
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