The End of it All

I have pills in my hand
A glass of water in the other.
I remember those times.
I hate these days.
You couldn't put the bottle down
Or that box of cigaretts.
You didn't know you needed help
And you still don't.
I remember that horrid bottle that tore us apart
As the pills crawl down my throat.
This situation that kills me inside
You brought upon yourself.
This kills me as we ride to the hospital
With you strapped on the ambulance.
The ride doesn't seem so bad when
The pills reach my stomache and flow through my blood.
I recall how you don't leave me alone.
I'm forced to seclution as i cry myself to sleep.
You're not TOO bad though.
I still love you i guess.
I don't like you.
I can't help you when I HAVE tried.
Do you love me still?
I gave up. . .on you.
The pills have reached my heart, my head.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Maybe this was a mis. . .