Overdose

Sitting in my room

feeling as if I'm an outcast

placing blame on innocent people 

for my mistakes

cutting off all communication

with my loved ones

I raise the needle and inject myself with some "medicine"

crying as the fluid rushed itself throughout my body

greedily wanting more, I inject myself with more.

A smile slowly creeps onto my face as I 

began to feel a sensation that made me forget all 

of my terrible mistakes 

Constantly injecting the "medicine" into my body I 

begin to not feel like myself

Strangers began to express worry towards me 

Telling me that I should stop injecting 

and that it was the wrong thing to do.

However,I didn't want to listen

the sensation was too great of a

feeling

So again 

I injected myself for the last time

i overdosed using the medicine.

I didn't die but I killed myself

my past self

I will carve myself a new better future

my revival would not have been possible 

without my "medicine", the holy bible