Overdose
drowning,
can't get out,
can't escape,
wont some body help me!
will I always be forgotten?
drowning in my own tears,
the pain, no one really knows,
what is my solution?
maybe an overdose.
bottle in my hand
as I lay on the closet floor,
out side noises I try to block out.
no one to talk to,
I here the ringing of the phone
right before I got the chance to
take an overdose.
Copyright © Charmaine Pennon | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment