In The End, It Was An Unwanted Suicide. Poem by Desiree Whitamore

'those pills went down too easy'
she thought as she washed them down
waiting for them to kick in
she sat and waited around.
then all of a sudden it happened
the drowsiness dragged her in
and as her body deflated
her frown turned into a grin.
her vision was blurred and wet
so she closed her eyes and cried
as she reflected upon her past
her body surrendered the fight.
and while she was dying she thought
about the way things had been
she sucked in another breath
and started crying again.
soon she was relaxed
and felt no pain at all.
but as she got comfy and warm
her temperature started to fall.
next she got scared and worrie.
why did she want to die? !
she knew people still loved her.
she knew it wasn't a lie.
so she picked up the phone from the floor
she didn't want to run
and as she took her last breath
her fingers pressed nine, one, one.