It's been 2 years Thinking about it now, I can hardly believe it was real I was drowning inside with pain: while on the outside I was drowning in tears. My emotions were eating me alive... all i knew was I no longer wanted to feel. After another family argument I rushed up stairs to the bedrooms quickly I grabbed the first orange bottle of pills I could find in my aunts room. Hiding beside my bed with my sister in the room unaware Desperate for death I force all the pills down my throat. Once the deed is done , my aunt calls us down to talk during her lecture, I start to wobble she asks if I took something but I insist I didn't and that I was just tired. After a while she realizes what I have done.. though unlike most she found it funny and recorded it on her phone Finally once I stop responding to things she calls the police... only one officer showed up realizing the situation wasn't a joke he gets back-up and medics I am rushed to the local hospital.. then moved to a more advanced one As the doctors and nurses try to save me I continuously rip out my IV's refusing to live
They are able to put me down. I wake up 3 days later with dry blood on me and cry because all I wanted was to die .. and I failed.