3:21 AM

3:16AM
i had cursed thoughts and heavy shoulders
i gripped the bottle of poison
and by the second, the room got colder. colder.

3:17AM
small red meds were grasped in my palm
i was breathing steady everything calm
i lost count by the number eighteen
i wiped my tears on my old blue jeans

3:18AM
i panicked and stumbled,
i ran and i fell,
i got back up with purple bruises
oh god, they hurt like hell.

3:19AM
"Hello, this is poison control, how may I help you?"
I'm five foot zero,
I lost count at two bottles,
I weigh one sixty.
"Go call your mother."

3:20AM
sirens and horns.
needles and cords.
did i die for a minute?
i'll never know.
i remember those past minutes,
vivid as a fire,
but i cant remember 3:21AM

i see death in my nightmares..

y.s.