In My Bedroom Down The Hall Poem by Elizabeth Forrest

I want to die
by my own hand
tonight's the night
I hope you'll understand

Razor blades or heroin
pills and alcohol
whichever way I choose to go
in my bedroom down the hall

I choose take a bunch of pills
handfuls at a time
staring in the mirror
at the girl I'll leave behind

I head back into my room
and lay down on the bed
I wait for the pills to start working
going over my note and what I've said

My soul is in pain
I've hit a brick wall
my eyes will not stay open
in my bedroom down the hall

Slowly sliding downwardly
my vision fuzzy and my body weak
this is the moment, there's no turning back
and in my head I hear a voice speak

Crossover child
come toward my light
I squint to see
because it's shining so bright

The figure standing next to me
holds out his hand and calls
I break free from my body
in my bedroom down the hall

I take the reapers hand
and side by side we walk
together in silence
because I could not talk

We move towards the light
that is shining so bright
I go without question
and without a fight

But I turn my head to look
and my world seems so small
as I walk from my decision
in my bedroom down the hall