Alive

This is a poem about when I tried to commit suicide

Alive

I cry in my room

I’ve thought out my plan

To make it al better

I reach out my hand

 

I pop the pills

one by one

I stare at the wall

I know I’m almost done

 

I reach for my

Perfect little friend

Who’ve I ‘ve gone to

To make the pain end

 

Red lines of flesh

Cover m ashen skin

Blood drips to the floor

Releave starts to win

 

I slice up my body

Watch the blood flow

Soon I’ll be finished

No one will know

 

I lie down in bed

Curl unto my silk sheets

I cry in despair

I starts to feel weak

 

The room starts to spin

The room begins to swril

I feel ofly dizzy

 I think I’m going to hurl

 

I start to pray

That I’ll be okay

I’m sorry did it

But this is the only way

 

I start to become weak

I close my eyes

I start to go in and out

I hope that I have died

 

Suddenly I’m scared

I don’t know what to do

Maybe I don’t want to die

I wish someone knew

 

I called my aunt

She rushed upstairs

We go to the ER

To get me some care

 

I hear my heart beat

It’s going really slow

My veins are shutting down

My cuts start to flow

 

They put me on oxygen

Telling my aunt I’ll be okay

But that my way

Isn’t the only way

 

Since that faithfull night

When I filled my aunt with strife

Because I overdosed

And went toward the knife

 

There are days

I’m glad I’m here

I get s second chance

I wipe away the tears

 

I’ve got a long road ahead

Gotte go through the woods

I’m glad I’m alive

Alive = in which I should

 

Sadly, since then, I’ve gone deep into my depression again. So it no longer countswith the last 2 lines. I still want to die though. But I don’t think I can go through with that again.