The flashbacks are the worst
The thought of the gulps of water and the pills hitting your stomach
Passing out, imagining how it was to be discovered barely breathing
Throw up everywhere, blood dried on your wrists
Bottles scattered, white skin
But worse than that the regret
Not the regret of the action but the regret of the result
Thinking of the pain that would have been avoided if only you stayed in the car far away
So far your unexpected existence has not been justified and you fear it will never be
Just another failure to write on your skin