Crowded Room Poem by charlotte marie peachey

i sit in a crowded room by myself
no windows to look out
the voice inside my head
keeps telling me im better off dead

i never believed the voice inside my head
till today.....
it was something someone said
i was a mistake i should have been dead

so as i sit in this crowded room
by myself
not liking the cards id been delt
my life in my hands.

pills in one hand, a blade in the other
i dont care about my family
not even my mother
ive lost everything, even my sanity

as i slice my skin and take the pills
i lie there very quiet, very still
fading away
living to die another day.