Suicide-Part 1

Sitting here, Feeling no fear I have the right pill, And enough will Soon enough I'll sleep, And I won't be yours to keep I'll never again wake, Because you were so fake I know very well, I'll end up in Hell Suicide is a sin, But how else can I win? Loving you hurts too much, I can't exist without your touch I don't want to live, I have nothing left to give NOTE TO ALL MY FIRENDS: This poem was written about two years ago, but I just now decided to post it. It is the first, in a series of three. Please don't worry about me, because I'm fine. Janice