6 years ago today

A pocket of pills, caught tight in my hand,
Desperation dialed in my head's command,
Trying to outrun shadows with their heavy cloak,
To silence the madness in each chemical stroke.

Thought I could hush sorrow's sad cry,
With a final medicine puff to the sky,
But found a void, a body so weak,
Draped in despair, grit on my cheek.

Eyes opened wide to the morning’s harsh gleam,
Still breathing, shamed by the night's wild scheme,
In that sharp, clear edge of...