Because Life is Bittersweet

Stars

the feeling, like a knife, did not pierce my heart

it stabbed into my side, pulling me toward the dark.

I was not heartbroken, though really, I was,

I was dying, having finally had enough

my fingers clenching my skin, wanting to fix

what had been damaged, what it could not grip

with no hope of prevail, I acknowledge my fate,

soon I would stand before death's opening gate.

all because of you, so many pills taken,

that id never come back, my body proof with its shaking

then there I was convulsing, doctor at my side,

trying to save me while slowly I died.

"please make it stop hurting" all I could say.

his voice muting out and fading away.

the knife stopped its attack, my chest settled down

the peace I had craved was suddenly found

"why is she drifting" reaching my ears

the doctors words left me in fear

so this would be it, when I closed my eyes

I fell into a light and knew with a sigh

I had lost the fight, it was you who had won

I'd given so much now suddenly it was done

then pain! such pain, I though this must be hell

till my eyes opened wide, and I was able to tell,

I'd come back from death, though the pills did their worst

and id be okay through how much it hurt,

fighting so hard, I found the will,

let go of the shame, held myself still

recovery was slow, but eventually I healed,

leaving the hospital my mind was now sealed

that night I looked up and cried to the sky

knowing I'd not have seen those stars if I'd let myself die.