at first it's faint, the wailing sound.
almost a mile or two away.
it's a quarter to 1, you stayed up late again thinking about
her or him or what or who.
the sound is loud and you can't come down from the high.
your ears are stinging, your eyes on fire, knuckles are ****** and bruised.
remember that razor you said you would flush?
the drugs?
the pills?
the *****?
all you can hear is that ******* wailing.
your thoughts foggy, unclear.
trembling hands gripping the metal that sets your demons free.
the 3 bottles of *****, the bag of X and
your moms prescription pills.
little did you know, the wailing you heard was no siren at all;
it's your screaming and crying and loss of hope ringing throughout your ears.
as they strap you down
and roll you away,
you're just a siren for everyone in these pasty white walls to hear.
so when you remember her or
him or what or who, maybe
why, when and how;
also remember the faint sirens.
when you woke up in a hospital bed.