Swallowing The Pain Away Poem by Invisible Poet

Tears fall, as I swallow the little pill,
Emptiness I don't know how to fill.

Waiting to feel the effect,
Instead I begin to reflect.

Maybe one more little one,
I know I am not done.

Pain, fear, and misery,
It never becomes history.

Down the hatch goes number three,
Maybe Ill finally be free.

After pill number four,
I get closer to the floor.

Imagine that knife sliding across my skin,
I know this is where I begin.

Vision becomes a blur,
Speech is now a slur.

Slowly the world begins to sway,
I smile while I finally fly away...