I lay there lifeless in a hospital bed,
just the sound of the monitor..
No words were said.
A friends hand in mine as i lay there half dead,
tears fall from my eyes as the day strummed through my head.
Pill after pill, i couldn't stop,
my body began shaking..My world slowly popped.
Into her arms i quickly fell,
couldn't stand couldn't speak...
Is this suicide hell?
Finally they cart me into the ambulance,
they prick my wrist..I fall into my trance.
Monitors beeping,needles in my arm..
They tell them im fine, not too much harm.
My attempt it was not done in hate,
just the feeling i feel...
It wont seem to escape?
I'm sorry i feel the way i do..
But the truth is...The reason is you.
-Razors like morphoine to the wrist of an addict.
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I love this soo ssoooo soooo much its amazing
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Intense...
This is amazing.
There is so much pain and emotion in this.
The rhyming flows so well. I relate to this poem in so many ways.
The last stanza is breathtaking. Amazing poem and stay safe!!
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Omgish this poem is like reminding me of me it actully made me cry cause i can remember that feeling from when i tryed Geess.... its like you are me this is amazingly written the words had the flow of the waves in the sea thats what i liked about it... It wasnt to short but it also wasnt to long you made your point and thats what i liked about it... my favorite part is where you said "My attempt it was not done in hate, just the feeling i feel... It wont seem to escape?" that reminds me of the Greatest Three days grace song animal i have become how the guy has the animal that wont excape him and trapps him in hell makes him do things he doesnt want to do thats not like him
again i must say loved this poem....
keep up your great work i love all of your poems but this has to be the best that i have read..
xxx---<3---
Shelly
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This is very much a true story, My attempt was March,7,2008 i wrote this March,9,2007 Sorry it sounds a litle off, i was still very intoxicated by the pills i had taken.
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always sad when you read about a person going thru something that leads them to believe that their life is qualified by the actions or acceptance of another, i am guessing that this is a personal account, and must have been difficult to express, i sincerely hope that you have come to the realisation that if successfull in this , we would not see works like this, and that would be a great loss, a well written descriptive piece, not overly descriptive, nice flow, altho in some places it does stumble, but thats just me, all in all a very nice write which does engage the reader, well done.
Michael
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ok loved the poem all the way until the last line grr.
I felt so scared that day. I was trying to be strong for you and you know I only laugh when Im nervous and scared. I remember holding your hand and wondering what you were feeling and laughing that your mother was so freaked out. I was to scared to think about it being akward that I was the one that was holding your hand or that I was the one that rode with you to the hospital, alone in that cold ambulance.
I remember looking back and seeing you hypervenalate and I couldnt even think. And seeing that charchole in you mouth had to be the only time you really looked like hell. lol
That was a scary day kaitlyn becca davis! dont you ever scare me like that again or I will kill you myself.
lol
sisters by blood
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Awwwwww..*sad expression*...this is very sad. Hope this isnt based on a real event
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