Overwhelmed by the pressures of her life,
She makes a decision to end her strife.
She gulps down handfuls of Melatonin,
Lays down, wakes up, decides to try again.

Late that night, she knows she doesn’t have long,
Opens the cabinet, and knows it is wrong.
She sighs while pulling down her solution,
Takes thirty-two and smiles at what she’s done.

Her ears are ringing, but she isn’t scared yet,
Though when her stomach burns, she does regret.
She tells her mom, then wishes she didn’t,
Facing burning fury, hellish judgment.

All the way to the hospital, she cries.
She cannot speak, despite how hard she tries.
Put under observation, she is trapped,
Bouncing off the walls, then energy zapped.

Put on fluids to bring down her level,
It seems this round will go to the devil.
She is transferred to a more equipped place,
Gets better, and spits in the devil’s face.

She’s court-ordered to be kept at Ridgeview,
Where she has to explain what she’s been through.
“I OD’ed on aspirin,” and says no more,
She finds this works more than it did before.

She stays for seven days, goes back to school.
She says she’s been sick, and feels like a fool.
Returning to her first facility,
Where she’s broken from her reality.

She struggles just to get through every day,
Tries to bring color to her life of grey.
There are many things she still has to fight.
This is my story; my name’s Kiera.