The day was warm
The sun so bright
Woke up happy
Everything was right

Thinking about last night
And all the fun we had
The party was awsome
But life would soon get bad

I let it slip
That I was out with all of you
Ya'll turned your backs on me
Our friendships were through

It was just one more thing
To add to all my pain
Insignificant though it was
It drove me insane

Society had betrayed me
It was only a matter of time
Back into exile I went
To performe my perfect crime

My goodbyes were short
No beauty in what I wrote
My words were rushed
In my suicide notes

My eyes were bloodshot
From all the tears I cried
The razor to dull to cut
But I had to try

So little blood came
Not enough for death
So I grabbed my Lexapro
And took a deep breath

Only ten pills left
I knew it wouldn't kill me
But I took them all
Just wanting to be free

Tears and blood mixed
Why couldn't I die
I wouldn't give up
Harder I tried

I walked down the stairs
And opened up the droor
There was my bottle of hope
Something I'd been searching for

A bottle of asprin
That would do the trick
I popped as many as I could
Until it made me sick

My stomache turned
My insides being ripped apart
All was quiet
Except the beat of my heart

I couldn't stand it anymore
I ran to the bathroom
And all the pills came up
There went my tomb

I sat there and cried
Mom knew something wasn't right
The ambulance came
And we flew out of sight

Alive I was in the hospital bed
My emotions did collide
Sighing I said goodbye
To my suicide


Author's Note: This was written to explain what happened to a friend of mine
when I tried to commit suicide. Also, I didn't do it because some of my
friends turned there backs on me. That just tipped the scale of emotions
that had been building inside of me for awhile. Thanks for reading!


 
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