Wake up feeling dazed
Staring at the ceiling
I start crying and look at my arm,
to see how it's healing.
The ghost of dried blood runs over my wrist
I start cursing in my head
How could it not work?
All I wanted was to be dead.
I glance around me as light starts shifting,
Slowly dimming, turning into shadows who lurk
I glance at the pill bottle laying beside me
In my head knowing this escape will work.
I grab it and sit-up to lean against the cold brick
I empty the bottle in my hand
And do the unthinkable
I try but can't feel my legs enough to stand.
My fingers are tingling
My body is starting to go numb
My tears are burning a trail down my face
Fuck this! I'm so done!
