The Day That I Died

I look at the floor, an empty pill bottle
Staring back at me.
In my hand a bunch of pills that will finally set me free
I smile, I laugh out loud to cover all the lies
I tell myself no more tears, there will be no last cry
I Close My Eyes waiting for an answer to the question that I fear
The thoughts in my head screaming to be heard,  but no one around to hear
I'm tired, I've given up. Will this decision set me free?
Or will my soul be sentenced with the damned in the afterlife, that of purgatory
The pills await in my sweaty hands for the choice that i decide
It is my choice and I'm still here the day I was suppose to die
My own selfishness over powering causing my sight to go blind
Thoughts of my life that I loved, returning strongly to my mind
Those few that I love and the fewer that love me
I will not cause them pain, for how they remembered me
The pills are gone,  thrown away with the darkness I had inside
Today will not be the day,  the day that I died