This poem is based on a true experience I had with one of my friends; talking to them about them trying to commit suicide by overdose after they got released from the hospital.
(Note: I was not present for her overdose)
As I watch the color drain from your face
I sit in silence and wish there was something I could do
Panic is all I feel as I stare off into space
Why you did this, I have no clue
A pool of blood surrounds your body
As it grows, I shakily press the numbers 9-1-1
I yell and scream just come help, somebody!
This isn't a joke, no it isn't fun
Please come back to the light
Don't leave me here
Why wasn't I there to help you fight?
