Here I lie
On my bed
With the pills
In my hand.
My head throbs,
As I try to recall.
My heart beats rapidly
Inside my chest.
Panic erupts;
And memories flash
Before my groggy eyes.
I pray with tears
For the last time ever.
Pill after pill;
I swallowed until
I became nauseous.
My head falls into my
Shaking hands.
The pills numb me
From this hell.
I pull my hair,
And grind my teeth.
What went wrong?
I don't want this.
I want out.
Hot tears fall,
As I break down
Once more.
I just want to be saved.
I received the Perfect Poet Award from Thursday poets rally and I hereby accept this with gratitude.
