I lay on the cold hospital bed.
My left arm has a needle sticking out.
I can see the bag of fluid that's helping me stay awake.
It was all a blur.
I was sick of being hurt.
I was sick of them telling me I'm not good enough,
Not pretty enough,
Not smart enough.
I was sick of them judging me.
I was sick of living.
I wanted to go.
I remember stealing my mom's pills.
Twisting the cap open.
I remember hitting the floor and the pills crashing down.
But I'm awake.
I'm still here.
It didn't work.
I let a tear roll off my cheek.
My phone buzzes.
I unlock it.
I expect to find some rude comment,
But it's a video.
I open it and I hear that Canadian accent,
I see that beautiful smile,
I hear that laugh,
He fills me up with joy.
He fills the emptiness inside me.
They don't understand my connection to him.
He is the only one that truly cares.
He is the only one that sees me.
He is the only that can save me.
He calls us 'friends'.
He asks 'how's it going'.
He says 'have a good one'.
And that last part may seem hopeless, but for him I'll try.
I'll try to 'have a good one'.
Just promise me that you won't ever leave me.
Promise me you won't ever give up on me.
Promise me you won't get tired of me.
Promise me that you will be a constant in my life.
Promise me you will stay on YouTube for as long as you can.
I need you.
I need you to save me.
To save me from myself.
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Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of different poems that I will write. *DISCLAIMER: ANYTHING WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK IS PURELY BASED OFF OF MY IMAGINATION, UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE, NOTHING IN THIS STORY ACTUALLY REFLECTS ME OR HOW I FEEL. I JUST FIND IT EASIER TO WRITE DA...