I yell and scream to be gone and not alive.
I reach for help and get denied.
I am torn asunder by those I trust.
Heart in pieces left in the dust.
I stare hard at the bottle as it rattles.
I pray that my only bear will not tattle.
I slip them slowly over my bleeding lips.
My heart dips.
It flips with relief and regret.
I should have tried it yells.
It's not to late tell
I won't go to hell!
I grab the phone and call for help.
Help I yell.
OK they tell
To live another life
to live until the sand disappers
Flittering to the bottom of the life glass.
Alive because I never wanted to die.