Tonic! i was kind of depressed when i wrote this so be prepared

[Monique Jones]

Tonic

My only companion is the quiet of my own despair
My loneliness destroys any thought of hope or happiness
Distraught in my own confusion
Decrepit thoughts of suicide fill my mind

As I select my poison
Thoughts of family and opportunities
I can never receive
Enter my thoughts before the poison touches my lips,
I let it fall as I think of my sister,
My grandfather,
Of their disappointment, their sorrow

The thought of them is a bandage
That slowly heals my torment
My pain
Their smiles the tonic to my depression,
My suicide

Monique Jones