if i died
with an empty
bottle of pills
on my bedside-
a half-empty
glass of water.
closed eyes,
at rest
like a baby sleeping.
cold hands
over my heart-
praying.
no red,
just blue.
do not
look for a note
or a letter.
but rather,
look for my poems.
read between the lines.
understand the metaphors.
unravel the analogies.
you will know
that it is never
only about
the failing grades
the unemployment
the unpaid bills
this heartbreak
if i died
with an empty
bottle of my
medication
on my bedside.
please know
that i had enough
and finally
i found
my peace.