Catching The Bus

In her purse, the glint of a blade
In her bag, 200 pills, that many she shouldnt take
In her head a plan has formed

Her body broken
Tension and agitation claiming pieces of her
She can feel her feet pounding along the ground but she knows her legs arent really there
She wishes she could stop
Be brave and believe
She wishes she could stop this plan
But deep down she knows, it wont work out
Wishes are not a reality

You can stand tall and reach out
Smile and be bright
Hand over the tablets and hope its the end
It wont be
Psychiatrists, they dont see the person
Just see somebody who is playing games
They throw their care away and youll be left back at square one
Once again

So she gets to the bus stop and sits down on her seat
Prepares for her journey and allows herself to breathe
Not knowing whether it is going to turn out ok
She writes a hasty note, seals it,
Catching the bus, see you some day.