Still Life

I have forgotten who I am Swallowing the quilt and pain Laying in my bed, with blood pouring from my veins I cannot even cry I've used my tears to write this, that floats in my blood blended with Cognac and variety of pills People looked upon me with hate and disgust What have I committed to make you mock me? I am almost near the very end My breathing has slowed My memories cares not to appear Who would want to remember a life such as mines Free me, Free me I lay still now