The Pain Within

Rebecca Chapman

When things get bad, 
I tend to get sad.
I'm all alone,
left to cry,
and sometimes, I just
want to die.
I'm yelled at,
made fun of,
I'm stupid and weak.
I go to the kitchen,
and it's pills that I seek.

I took the pills one by one,
and I took the pills two by two.
I'll never be enough for you!
I took the pills until I died.
When I said I was happy?
Darling, I lied.
I lay there bleeding on the floor,
my mother banging on the door.
I was finally dead,
and that's what I wanted. 
My mind and soul is no longer haunted.
I'm sorry that I had to go,
But deep inside,
I was hurting so..
-r.j.c.