Short poem- Suicide

1,2,3,4
the pills start to collect
in the draw
5,6,7,8ten
she lays in bed
as the pills set in

a final rest
for this former girl
who could no longer take
the stress of this world

like sleeping beauty
she lies so still
but there's no handsome prince
to rescue her

so the kiss of death
is her fairytale story
worm food is what
I'll call this ending