Torture of Breath

Home alone, and nowhere to go, I ponder my existence, and what's it to show? The care I crave, the emotions I lust, Society has filled me only with distrust. I pick up the bottle, open the top, What am I dong? I have to stop! I dump the contents into my hand, I fight to force it away, but I jusy can't! "Stop it! you idiot!" I scream aloud, Tears are flowing, as my blood starts to pound "Why can't I just end it!?" I ask with fury. My hand forces to my mouth, as my sight goes blurry, "What have I done...?" I question in fear, Not ready to leave, not from here. I can't take it back, it's already done, I close my eyelids, as I stare into a sun...