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I go to the bathroom cabinet

And I grab the bottle of pills.

One by one they disappear,

And I don't even think of how many it kills.

I can hardly wait till I feel the power

As they slide smoothly down my throat.

It'll take effect in exactly an hour.

But I lay in my bed too tired to move.

Those pills definitely made me sedated.

But I'm stil here-I'm still alive

I think they've been highly over-rated.

I look in the bottle and there's only one more.

Just one more- what harm can that do?

But this time swallowing is a chore

I guess that one was long over-due.

Suddenly the room turns black,

And for a moment I'm confused.

But soon I realize its only God's attack.

I close my eyes.

And wait peacefully for Him to take me.

And I leave my body as I hear my mother's cries.