I'm Gone.

I wake up everyday.
Wondering.
What it would be like to be?
A normal person.
I see others laugh.
But why?
Why me?

Thinking on the past.
I try to let it go.
I always cry.
I always take it.
Mom is crying.
Dad is drunk.
Yet, I take it.

Looking at the spots.
On my body.
I come across.
The red lines on my arm.
Some fresh, some new.
Laughing with tears.
I reach for the shiny object.

Ecstasy.
What I feel.
What I want.
What I have.
It won't go away.
Why won't it go away?

As I await the darkness.
Memories play like a movie.
I wonder.
Will they even know?
If I'm not there?
Would they find me?
If I'm lost?
Will they ever wonder?
If I'm gone?

I open my eyes.
But too weak. 
I see a picture.
Of family.
I smile.
I'm gone.