Nov 2018
Breath starts to shorten,
And my body goes numb,
As I lie awake in bed,
Waiting for death to come,
What was supposed to heal,
I am now using to ****,
And I won’t ever stop using,
Until my heart is completely still.
And my body goes numb,
As I lie awake in bed,
Waiting for death to come,
What was supposed to heal,
I am now using to ****,
And I won’t ever stop using,
Until my heart is completely still.
This poem is about a suicide attempt I made when I tried to overdose on codeine. I try to keep those negative thoughts I have out of my head now, but still part of me wants to try again.
