Accidental Overdose

Accidental Overdose

A Poem by w
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True Story (not mine)

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Sticking my finger down my throat,
I swallowed an entire bottle of them.
I realize life is worth living.
I don't want to f*****g die.
I just need to vomit and I'll be better.
They've already been absorbed, I'm screwed.
I don't want to go to the hospital.
Where's my f*****g phone? It's just three numbers.
I can feel my heart rate slowing down
Get excited, raise that blood pressure.
and my extremities are going numb.
They're just cold, rub them a lot.
Back to the wall, a*s on the ground, unmoving.
Get up! Dance! Punch something! Anything!
The darkness takes me and I have one last thought:
I only thought I wanted to die, I swear
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© 2012 w


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Author's Note

w
I came in to find him dead. He didn't mean to die. It wasn't his first cry for help. We have to listen to those cries or we end up putting a friend or family member in the ground prematurely.

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...a moment of silence. This must have been very difficult to put out here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow :'(

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so sad and dark. It has so much emotion in it. It's very good.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerve wracking, I can feel the tension. Very good juxtaposition. It's a battle won by those who learned to drag shadows off their feet and live by their nightmares. Awesome write fella.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very personal insight into the mind of someone who does just need to be listened to and taken seriously.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Someone I am very close to attempted suicide and survived. I can tell you, the last line you wrote, is completely accurate. When people cry for help, never turn a deaf ear, but listen to them. This is very true to life. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is touching and well written

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very good write. You're right. So true. Its bad when noones there to help. Keep up the good work

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awww. Beautifully written piece
I think you captured it really well

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 19, 2012
Last Updated on June 19, 2012
Tags: suicide, regret

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Cincinnati, OH



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I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..

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