The truest Story you'll ever read
She wakes up to the morning light
fatigued with the battles she fought all night
no holding back no matter how hard she tries
how can I make it through this day
God please help me all i can do is pray
She reached for her pills, two each dawn
to maker her happy, less withdrawn
by noon she is panic shaken with fear
then comes another unwelcomed tear
she trakes a pill to calm her down
in just a while it's all a clown
By evening she's manic
wind up like a toy
she takes her pill
there goes her joy
months and months just seem to pass by
one moment she flies
and then she cries
one late afternoon she could take no more
those pills in those bottles were just a chore
it was time to stop
to relieve her pain
so confused she couldn't explain
no one could see her private hell
no one could crack her hardened shell
they didn't understand her soul was dying
she was so sck and tired of even trying
these meds are bad they make me worse
can someone hear me and save me first
It was time to end this horrible life
filled with rage and starving strife
she went to the cabinet fighting the thought
cried for her children feeling distraught
How could she be the mother she should
when she felf so inadequate, misunderstood
Her soul was ripped into so many parts
how could she do and break Thier hearts
reason subsided she knew her plan
when she was gone maybe "they" would understand
prove she was unworthy to live anymore
no shame no guilt no more she would bore
she kept hearing the voice inside her head
:"go ahead and do it, no one cares if you are dead"
sheclosed her ears so she couldn't hear
but the voice was coming closer and near
as she swallowed her pills, her mind descended
the heartache had ended
soon she was out peacefully asleep
it seemed like a second a voice came again
this one was different
it seemed to be a friend
"wake up my child, you not leaving yet"
you can escape but you can't forget
think of your children your mother
they love you so
wake up wake up you will not go
Her eyes slowly opened, her surroundings unclear
she lay in a room, "how did she get here"
there were tubes and monitors attached to her body
she was so confused and still so groggy
the doctor walked in and took her hand
"you lucky girl, what you had planned"
She looked in his eyes shaken and scared
"I did it because noone understands or cares"
"Thanks for waking me, being my friend"
"you've been her alone dori, I just walked in"
This poem was written ten years ago. Long before I joined HP, It is not directed nor intended to be used against anyone else.
