Giving Up.

My heart is racing
palms sweaty
pills scattered on the floor
here i lay
hoping it is my last breath
before my lovely death
im terrified but life scares me
everything about it haunts me
i can feel my heart beating
beating from fear
is it my fear to live or to die?

I close my eyes,
praying i don't wake up from my dream.
I feel my heart slowing down
Into the darkness, my spirit is drowned
hours passed, but it feels like minutes.
all my sorrow i want to diminish
Suddenly, loud noises of someone breaking in
I can't figure out who it is.
I was lifted and carried off my bed
and asked,"Keisha wake up, are you ok?"
With squinted eyes, i looked up.
it was no longer a dream
I WAS ALIVE.