Sunday Night

Little white pills
Bitter on my tongue
Five in my mouth
Five in my hand
What happens when you die?

Clutching my comforter
Tears changing the light blue to dark
Feeling useless and unloved
Begging God to let me go

Five more pills
Down my throat
Ceiling tiles warp and bulge
Before my overmedicated eyes
It must be better on the other side
What happens when you die?

My chest is aching
From sheer loneliness
I wonder if anyone will notice the pills I took
Are missing from the bottle

I don't think anyone will miss me
I'm sorry if they do
I hurt too bad to stay alive
What happens when you die?