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by Broken Dreams Nov 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I heard the sirens and saw the lights, I thought I was dead, so I closed my eyes. I shouldn't of taken both bottles of pills. I knew it was wrong, but paid no attention. I started with 5, but it wasn't enough. I had to have more so I finished them off. All 60 pills gone, no more to take. The pain is all gone, and I'm starting to faint. I hit the ground, with no feeling at all. My heart stopped beating, and I stopped breathing. I'm sorry this happened, but please don't be mad. I'll try harder next time, I won't let you down. I need to be with him, or I'll just get worse. If it happens again, I might not wake up. I know you don't like him, but give him a chance. You really don't know him, so please don't judge him. He means so much to me, you just don't know. We'll be together somehow, even though you won't approve. You messed up my life, and didn't even know it. I got to get out, before the pills kill me.