The Place

I hear death calling my name,
Or is it just me going insane?

This horrible pain that fills my heart,
Is tearing my apart.

So i run to my room and lock the door,
And go crashing to the cool tile floor.

I crawl to my bed,
With sickening thoughts filling my head.

I know what i must do,
It'll help me make it through.

I grab the little silver thing,
My head starts to ring.

I make a slice,
Oh, it feels so nice.

Then i grab the bottle,
My emotions at full throatle.

Little white pills spilling down my throat,
My nerves getting a numbing coat.

I look at my wrist,
Then make a fist.

I strike again,
This time not so thin.

The velvet liquid really starts to flow,
Making my heart slow.

A pool of it getting bigger and bigger,
I see a goastly figure.

Finally leaving this unforgiving place,
Going to a peaceful space.