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End with shame
As i'm being swept away, here on this bed I lay, dark, lonely, empty and cold. As I stay staring at the ceiling my feelings unfold. I know what I want and that is the end. I can no longer stay here, no longer pretend.
Here next to me sits a bottle of pills and a glass of rye. This may not work, but I'll give it a try. Now I'm filling my mouth full of pills and drinking my very last drink. Suddenly my eyes turn a pale pink and I remember seeing the light, as a lovely angel whispered "good night" and when I awake in a hospital bed, I no longer wanted to be dead. I tried to yell for someone to revive me, but nothing came. Now I'm being taken by that angel, and feeling nothing but shame.