It runs through my veins,

And I can feel it destroying me,

Slowly,

In order for me to endure the pain,

I wish to alleviate it,

Rather, I wish to heal completely,

But once the bottle is placed in front of me,

The memories begin to play,

And I inhale the lethal drink that lies before me,

A threatening dose of loneliness,

Mixed with misery and sorrow,

With a touch of suicidal thoughts,

And most importantly, a malignant amount of tears,

You are my only possible antidote, my love,

But I do not believe that I can burden you with more responsibilities,

Perhaps drinking the poison is the ideal choice,

For at least it shall relieve you of your responsibilities