Recalling.

This is his third attempt.

Precisely.

Because it failed.

Turns out that the knife
he used to slash his wrist was

Blunt.

The second attempt.

Precisely.

Because it failed.

Turns out that the lake

he fearlessly plummeted to

was deceptively

Shallow.

The beginners attempt.

Precisely.

Because it failed.

Turns out that the beam

he hung from,

the termites had drained

Fickle

And so here he is,

opening the medicine cabinet.
The anti-depressant affecting a smile.
Sweet pill,endure the journey

through his insides.

For a little while.