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Mar 3
She awoke from her dream
Thoughts going awry.
Alive…?
…What…am…I?
Have I ever known?

I’m not sure where I am
Lights are buzzing overhead
I blink
Blink again

A door opens
I try to take a look around
I am weak
My head barely lifts

A hand grabs mine
“Do you know who I am?”
I look over through bleary eyes
Uhhhh no, I don’t even know where I am.
This must be Hell, for it’s the only place I could ever truly be alive.

“Uhhhh….You’re where your meant to be, what do you mean?”

Why …..
WHY AM I HERE?
Anger ensues
I scream  
I beg
I plead
JUST SEND ME BACK!
“WE SAVED YOUR LIFE!”, the voice speaks again, more intensely this time.

“And who are you to decide who lives and who dies?! “
No response

FUUUCCCCK

Hands are on me  
“We need you to calm down, you’re not making any sense.”

I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!

“Yes you are, life is precious”

I laugh….and laugh again.

“You’ve just got to learn to live, you’ll understand one day.”

You humans never understand
My anger grows

“You have a reason to live!”, the voices plead with me.

I feebly lift my head,
I recognize no one in the room.
“*******” I yell, “you don’t even know me!”

I try to sit up, I am incapable.
“Ma’am, ma’am, please take it easy, we just brought you back to life, you we lost you three times.

Tears begin streaming
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here…..
I wrote this about what I felt and thought when I woke up in ICU from my suicide attempt
Written by
Courtney Jurena  37/F/Panama City, FL
(37/F/Panama City, FL)   
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