The game i lost

17 and all alone,
Waiting for that someone,
To call her phone.

That call never came though,
As hard as she waited,
She just couldn't go on.

So she lined them up,
One by one.
Got a drink and spat out her gum.

She wrote her note,
And left it by her pillow.
Hoping not to wake up tomorrow.

She took the pills,
Each one she swallowed,
Felt like an escape.

For she'd leave this terrible life,
Of pain and hurt,
Used like a doll, thrown out like rubbish.

To the conclusion that she wasn't wanted,
She kept taking the pills,
One by one.

20 down,
20 to go.
Keep going, you can do it.

Then to her wrists and thighs,
She took a blade,
with 40 cuts to match the tablets.

She prayed this would be it.
That this would be the end.
How wrong could she be?

By the end of the night this girl had taken 40 tablets, made 40 deep cuts,
Of which she hoped she died.
But to this day, that girl is alive, writing you this poem, trying not to cry.

~~~ I hope you appreciate this poem, I needed to vent this all out. Please leave me comments, Thank you, and Goodbye xx ~~~