11/2/23
TW: Suicide attempt
The morning after my overdose
I woke up
not conscious
just moving
moving to my mothers bed
unresponsive
just moving
they force water
doused with salt
down my throat
to take what I put in
out of me
but still
im not conscious
just moving
she tries to dress me
for the hospital
im being taken to
but I struggle
and fight
yet still
im not conscious
just moving
a shirt
finally wrestled on me
and rushed into a car
because the fizzy white liquid
seeping from my mouth
scares her
the empty bottle of pills
lay on my bed barren
and suddenly
im picked up
by strong hands
running
into the bright hospital
and suddenly
the lights go out
and the yelling stops
and the crying stops
my soul is in a void
now im not conscious
but im not moving either.
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Poetry
PoetryJust poetry that I write. Most of it is sad and I will try my best to include trigger warnings.
