** March 3 2005, Random thoughts and events of what happened that day. **
Its been three years since that day,
The day I almost died,
I tried to commit suicide.
Pills were in my hand,
The bottle was empty.
Stupid me, I forgot to lock my door.
Dad rushed in, saw me almost passed out on the floor,
My skin was so pale, I was loosing my vision.
My phone kept ringing,
I called my friends to say good-bye.
I couldn't move It was as if I was paralyzed.
The next thing I know, I'm in the car.
People are talking, telling me to stay awake.
Yet I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying.
Out the window I see rushes of light.
Unable to make anything out.
We get to the hospital,
Dad carries me in,
Puts me on a bed and calls the doctors.
They said I took to much,
I would have to get my stomach pumped.
Being rushed down the hall,
The lights above me pass as I look up,
And I think typical.
I wake up a few hours later,
Body hurts,
Medicine being pumped into my veins,
I look beside me, still unable to see.
But I can make out people sitting around.
My dad, and my friends.
I try to speak but my throat hurts.
I hear my friend say,
"Hey she's awake!"
And they all rush to me.
They say I wont be able to talk for a few more hours,
They laugh, they joke that I can't last.
But they are all happy to know I'm awake.
Its been three years since I try to end my life,
I go to doctors and take my pills,
To mask the depression that once haunted me then.
I can't say that I don't think about it,
Because I do.
My depression is hidden but its still there.
