Suicide

I wish I was the pills you took,

So I was still with you.

Or the liquor you washed them down with.

I contemplate the changes I could have made.

And you said you would stay forever.

Forever came too soon.

I hurt myself for being hurt by you.

Sometimes I believe I'll fail at life.

And partake in things I've seen you do.

and it comes back to me,

Round and around again.

Suicide was not the answer.

But its always my question.