After A Suicide...

I mixed a drink,
And stole the pills,
I researched it all,
Knew it'd make me ill.

I thought I'd done it,
Thought I would be on the other side,
But my conscience kept nagging me,
With the truth locked up inside.

I went round smiling,
Until the drink caused one of my fits,
Then having lost my memory,
My body fell to bits.

I excused my self from classes,
To get my scissors out,
Blood spattered all over me,
Nobody knew what it was all about.

I left to go to the office,
I needed to take another few,
A girl saw the wall and screamed,
Now nearly everyone knew.

My friend took my scissors off me,
So I scratched like mad,
My thoughts were unstop-able,
Occurring frequently and more bad.

I scared my friend that day,
Trying to fall down the stairs,
My teachers took me to the deans,
And asked my mum to come up there.

Soon I lay in hospital,
wondering why I hadn't died,
For I still lived and breathed,
After my suicide.