a song i remember

A Song I Remember

I was sitting in my room when it happened. Alone. I saw the firey red ash of my father's lit ciggarette through a crack in my door. My mother would have never let him smoke inside of the house. She had been gone for a week though. I took another sip of vodka. I layed there on my bed, thinking of how easy it would be just to end it all right now, to just take the knife and end it. I looked to the right of me, and my knife was on the night stand. I picked it up and slid the cool blade down my arm. I stopped at my wrists. I thought about all of the shit that was going on. I was sick of the abuse, the pain, the regret. Sick of it all. I could stop it. I took one more sip of vodka as the soundtrack to my life was repeating, it was a song i remembered as everything faded to black.