Suicide

I'm nothing to you.
Not anymore, that is…
You dropped me like I was a speck of dirt…

So easily, it was done.
I was just a faded memory to you.
The whiskey just wasn't enough to erase my pain.

My mind went from one thought to another
Not focusing on a single one, until I found the perfect idea.
The Mary faded them, but only for awhile.

The angels sang, trying to comfort me but to no avail.
They tried to convince me of other ideas, but I couldn't be swayed.
The pain was just to real.

I was just another soul to kill.
There was nothing left for me.
The darkness surrounded me until I couldn't feel a thing anymore.