Thursday Night

The other night
I wanted to commit suicide
because it was all too much
to handle.
I took out the pills
and poured them onto my desk
as I wished I was dead.
I reached out to you
to let you know
what you had done to me,
and luckily
I got talked out of it.
It's too bad the cops
didn't think that was enough.
Inpatient,
I was inpatient
for four days
because I couldn't cope
with the suffering of this loss.
You did a number on me
in more ways than one,
and now I'm facing the consequences
of wanting to end my own life.
I have to move back home,
and my friend's parents
think I'm psycho.
This was all my decision,
yes,
but you didn't make
any of it easier.
You called me names,
and told me not to eat.
You treated me like I was nothing.
That is what
sent me over the edge.
Not just losing you,
but the way that you acted
towards me in the past couple months.
Maybe one day
you will get the help
you need
in order to not ruin people
like you did to me.
I know I'm getting help now
because I want to be better,
and I want to be happy.
You should start doing that too
because you're going to hurt
a lot more people
if you don't.