Suicide Stories PT.II

Time was standing still,
nothing I could hear or see,
all everything was, was the pills.

Sprawled, my conscience is telling me how wrong,
But this was my own choice,
it was something I wanted for so long.

I kept trying to just drift away more,
but it kept being that I started to see again,
and then i hear the sound at the door.

Sounds of yells come across,
it's him, my "father,"
all his sanity was loss.

I'm starting to gain my senses back,
I feel the touch of him throwing the pill bottle at me,
pushing me with no lack.

Now, I realized my plan failed.
For now, I am still alive,
and my soul didn't bail.

Minutes before I ever thought,
I see people in front of me,
this is the help they brought.

Asking me questions, to figure out if I'm still here.
Physically I'm always here, but still I am gone.
More and more paramedics begin to appear.

My mind is losing itself,
turned inside out,
my heart is placed back on it's shelf.

They move me up and into the ambulance,
I see my neighbors standing outside watching,
what was going on, I'm not sure if they had sense.

The door slams shut,
the sound is louder than ever,
I'm being questioned more,
now this is all my luck.