Could be from my point of view (in fact, it was written that way), but it applies so well to my image of Lucas that I just had to post it. VERY blatently suicidal.
Whispers
Two grams.
Ten little pills.
Sitting in my hand.
Little voices.
Whispering,
Telling me lies.
Showing me
What they would
Feel like.
How they
Would slide down
My throat.
Laughing as I
Stare at my
Shaking hand
In horror.
No one there
To hold me
Back.
To save
My life.
Just me,
God, and
The voices.
Somebody
Take them.
Please.
Copyright, 2000