Dark Thoughts.
As I stare out at the dark night,
Looking from such great height,
My mind wanders by itself and goes back to that day,
The day when the dark thoughts crept in as I lay,
Struggling to block them out, all I knew to do was fight.
Trying to shake myself awake,
Deep down I knew it was time to make or break,
Trying to find those pills that I knew were hidden in the depth of my bag,
Trough tear-filled eyes, I made contact with the tiny bottle and had to sag,
This was it, I was through being such a fake.
Hand gripped the tiny vial, such cold hands that it took some time to realize they were mine,
Recalling the many times I had previously said I was fine,
But in my mind, the voice had always mocked,
Like a target being locked,
As I took a shaky breath while shivers ran down my spine.