(TW- overdose, suicide, harm. I wrote this cuz of an incident that happened to me a day ago)

She’s fourteen, lost in the wake of her choice,
Drowning in silence, afraid of her voice.
The pills had whispered a promise, a way,
To end the ache that consumed her each day.

But life held on when she thought it was done,
The darkness receded; the light had won.
Now she lies awake in a hospital bed,
Fear and confusion filling her head.

She doesn’t know what to feel, what to say,
The path before her seems shadowed and grey.
The nurses are kind, their smiles sincere,
But their warmth feels foreign, their words unclear.

They tell her she’s strong, that she’ll make it through,
But she’s fourteen and broken, with no clue what to do.
The healing...