//before you red this know that I am okay now, this was meant to be my suicide note. I surivied. And I'm glad.
Just letting everyone know I'm okay now//
It's three AM on my fifteenth birthday
I never thought id make it this far.
thirteen suicide attempts later and i'm still alive, huh?
strange.
It's three am on my birthday.
I creep through the house with a smile on my face.
i climb silently into the cupboard above the fridge.
you thought i didn't know where you hid them, didn't you.
hah. i know i'm not the smartest but...jeez.
i grab the bottle and hurry back to my room, careful not to wake anyone.
i lay in bed and look at the dosage and lay them out in a row,
counting each little capsule.
twenty seven.
twenty-five milligrams each.
that's six hundred and seventy-five.
deadly.
or so i hope.
but don't worry because I'm not going. not anytime soon , atleast.
i have to stay for him.
that is until he moves on like everyone else.
no, i wont go. not until things get bad again.
this is just my backup plan.
YOU ARE READING
Baby, Knock me out.
Poetryjust some poetry ill throw together when i feel like it. usually about heavy topics (mental illness, gender dysphoria, eating disorders, suicide, homicide, substance use, self harm, sexual assault, abuse..etc. you have been warned) what i write can...
