The pills....

On a farm in the dark an old man in the kitchen..
Pills in a jar in front of him...
1 pill..I won't regret it..
He sits there and thinks, and what he thinks is that he is tired of life, tired of lies...
2 pills it's getting darker..
He sits there and thinks of his wife and his family....
"Bah"! he thinks, Who will miss me..?"
3 pill's...
Darkness, I welcome thee...
And he wonders....
If God exists, where would he put such a coward as himself?...hell?
4 pills the jar is starting to empty..
"Bah"! then he thinks if it's there I am going it must be better than this..
5 pills sleepy I am getting..
As he poors the rest of the pills into his hand and starts eating one by one, he thinks of everything good in his life...
Things he thinks are not good...
Because there are no good things as he discover this he only eats more of the pills...
10 pills goodbye world...
As the pills start to take the effect of overdose and the spasms kick in...
He hope he has chosen right not wrong..
In the end he hopes....
There will atlast be goodness...
As the darkness fold onto him the angel wings he hear is closing in on him....
As he dies his soul is carried away....
And the angel wispers "Shhh you are fine now"...
As he hears those words he is atlast at peace...
and he smiles of happiness for the first time in his life...

Written by Mybrokenwings