Fairytales

Waking up 

To the smell of hospital.

You know, the kind of 

Stench that lingers 

In the hairs of your nose.

Waking up and realising

I failed an overdose.

Waking up 

To mum by my side, 

Wondering why I’d give

Up life to die. 

But life was not how 

Fairytales go. Emotionally

Unbalanced, and lost

In deep sorrow.

The daily pain was 

Hard to fight. I strived 

To keep my spark 

Alight, but in the end

The dark had won 

And I could not

Survive.