Mental health poetry

Overdose

I feel the pills run through my veins
Like a parasite attacking me.
How long do I have to wait
Until they kick in? Not long I hope...

The sirens wail in the background
But I know deep down that
They are too late. I think
They know it too...

Sound is the first to go.
Everything becomes a quiet
Blur as my vision slowly
Melts away to nothingness

Someone is squeezing my hand
Someone is praying in the corner
Someone is begging me to live
Everyone is holding onto hope,
Everyone, except me...