Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Don't Die 

I got a bottle of Jack
And a bottle of pills,
An old .45 sitting next to the bills. 

It's all stacked up,
But I feel so low.
About to hit the point that I just let go. 

I stare at the mirror
And I shake my head.
Fighting back the feeling that I'm better off dead. 

Trying so hard 
But I barely get by,
Lived through a war where I should've died. 

Feeling real guilty 
About mistakes I’ve made.
Every single morning I turn the page. 

But the story's the same,
There's never any change,
And I feel like I'm looking at the same old page. 

I'm stuck in the rut
And there's no escape.
I'm starting to belive that this is my fate. 

Now I'm staring at the bottles,
And the loaded gun.
Tears in my eyes cuz I feel so dumb. 

How did I get here on the very edge?
After all I lived through,
Ready to swallow lead. 

There's no good answers, 
There's no way out.
I've lost all respect for my stupid self. 

Even as I sit here,
I hear a sign,
A voice in my head telling me, 

"Don't die." 

-samhudson