Drug Overdose

I saw death for the first time.
My life was decaying,
My body was cold and numb.
My head was taking me away from reality.
I saw a light; I walked towards it, hoping this nightmare would be over,
yet the nightmare I lived in was real and there was no way out.
My life was ending each step I took.
I thought about the good and bad times.
I thought about the people I love: friends, family, my mom.
I did not want to die, yet the body was full of dangerous chemicals.
My mouth was dry; I could not swallow the pain.
I could not breathe; my body was shaking, my head spinning into hell.
I couldn't move; my cries for help were useless, for I could not talk.
I was choking in my own sins; I was lying on the floor ready to die.
No tears came out of my eyes, no emotions were shown, for I was weak and helpless.
I was given aid by my angel; he had saved me once before and he would not let me die.
My dark angel, he stood by; he walked me out of the light back into my own body.
I was starting to gain control of the drug overdose and I fought death
I fought for my life, and I did win and I felt proud of waking up.
I woke up; the nightmare was over; I made it through, although I did not remember anything
With a nose and mouth full of blood, I woke up, my body weak from the pain,
and I was alive, and I regret having evil take control of me.