My Final Sunrise

I had it all so perfectly planned, I'd said my last goodbyes. Not a single cloud was in the sky, as I watched my final sunrise. You could say that life lately, has been a confusing time, and I've pushed aside my emotions, and replaced them with "I'm fine". Then things got a bit too much, I had to get away, my world was crumbling beneath me, and everything seemed so grey. I boarded the next train, my adventure had started but my sanity inside, had slowly departed. The next few weeks became a bit of a blur. I was reckless and risky but I just didn't care. The mania felt good, like I was as free as a bird, but then came the lows and the voices I heard. My mind couldn't take it, I was done with this world, so I went to the beach and in my mind the thoughts twirled. "Is this really the end", "It's time for me to go", I hid myself so greatly, that no one would know. I opened the pills, took a blade to my wrist. Finally it's time to no longer exist. I found it so peaceful, It was quiet and calm, I took in my last moments as the blood dripped from my arm. Then just as I was slipping away, I heard the voice of a man. How can he see me? This wasn't part of the plan! He told me it would be ok and to try to stay awake but the pain in my chest got stronger with every breath that I would take. I woke up in the hospital, scared and all alone. How can this be that my heart still beats, I just wanted to fly home. So now I face my hardest battle, the fight to stay alive but I'm doing it for my father, his memory I want to revive. It may not be easy, I've got so much to overcome, but for now I'm here and breathing, my life it isn't done.