Blinded With Pain Poem by V. T. Bullock

She sits in the dark, so many thoughts weighing on her mind.
But this, this is truly what she needs to do.
The bottle of pills she clenches, so cruel, but kind.
The letter lay beside her, drenched in tears, the pictures too.
“This is what needs to be done, I can’t go on.”
Her absence will not be noticed, there isn’t anyone who truly cares.
No one loves her, no loyal friends, no one to notice she is gone.
She has tried to talk, to anyone, someone, but can only release this through prayers.
Slowly the lid twists off, she is in another place.
It’s as if not done by her, but by the monster inside.
She is ready to bring them to her mouth, sweat and tears streaking her face.
The phone rings, “Hello? ” Her best friend, cheery on the line. The feelings subside.
She finally begins to realise, there are people out there.
She just needed to be reminded, they had been hidden by her pain.
The lid slowly gets screwed back on, the room is filled with calm air.
What was she thinking? This does not need to be done. But she places the letter in a safe place, she may need it again.