I set myself a limit
Twenty eight days
On the twenty eighth
My life would change
Or more likely
End
And so, on that day
I trudged down to the lake
With a bag
Water, and 6 prescription drugs
And I cried
And as of my selfishness
I cried some more
But, as I\'d never been the lucky type
Someone heard me
And as a reached for the anti depressants
I heard a voice
Assuming it was God\'s punishment
I worked faster
It got louder
One, two, three
\"That\'ll kill you, ya know?\"
Four, five, six
\"Miss are you okay?\"
Seven, eigh-
\"Miss, you must stop now.\"
The bottle disappeared
I reached for empty air
But that space was soon full
With something bigger
Something with life
\"Miss, do you have anything to live for?\"
I felt like a child asking for my bottle back
I answered
No. I never have.
\"Not a friend? Not family?\"
Why would I be friends with cookie cutter, plastic dolls
All the same
All to blame
The voice didn\'t leave
\"Miss, is there a single thing in your life to live for?\"
I wanted the voice to leave
I have a dog
\"And that\'s it?\"
Yes
\"Then you won\'t be needing these.\"
My bag disappeared
And I was left
With empty space
And a full mind