Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to see you again. I cannot get these thoughts out of my head. The ****** ****** detoxing on my cot. The guy that put a gun to my head. My mother pushing me from the car. I want the pain to stop. I crawl inside that bottle of whiskey. And follow it with a few to many sleeping pills. I want my thoughts to stop racing. I start to drift silently into sleep, On that park bench. It's one in the morning. That light is so bright. I hear my name, My body shaking, "Wake up, Amanda. Amanda you need to wake up." There's three officers standing over me. Flashing their lights in my face. I start to come around. "We need you to walk over to the squad." I can barely stand. My speech is slurred. "What did you take?" I try to tell them. Beg and plead to just let me sleep. They call the paramedics. As they try to keep me awake. Please let me sleep. I want to say I'm sorry. We may not wear the same uniform, But we definitely fight on the same team. I don't want to die. I just want the pain to end.