Oblivion

You stare me in the face

But Im not regular...

I'm not afraid this time

You wonder why

Other people are afraid to fall into oblivion...

Me? I'll except it blissfully...

You can make me forgotten by many...or by few...

But just as long as I'm forgotten I'm okay...

You stare at me in the forms of a blade and pills...

Which do I do?

Why not both? Whispers the dangerous voice in my head...

I silently agree...

I lock the door and draw a picture allowing the crimson paint flow over and color and stain my work...

I look at the pills...

Their just vitamins to make you healthy, happy, and whole again...why hesitate?

I don't I down the bottle and lay down in my room

I wake up in a hospital...

Why didn't it work!! Shouts the voice in my head...

I whisper softly to it...because I was saved...I'm sorry

It grows angrier...

Until it takes over my body

Forcing me to puke and then...

Find the pills I had...or anything to go back to sleep...blissfully unaware to this shitty world...

He cackles with greed and longing as I try again...

The last thing I hear is hold her down grab the bottle... and then I'm asleep...

And I'm gone

Bye cruel world...

By mom and dad

Bye my loving friends...

Bye paintbrush...

But I'm never going to be whole again...

I don't feel better

He starts cackling again...