The Attempt (Interlude)

By Krystal Evette

On Grey

Released on December 10, 2021

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April 24th, 2021

The day that my life weighed over three tons

I did a little work and got a little drunk

And by 10PM, I was way past done

Had a knife in my hand and the blade on my wrist

A few nights before, I had wrote that final list

Slid the blade down and painted stripes on my arms

Sipped on a pill bottle, I wasn't doing any harm

I kept drinking my pills as a friend called concerned

The one person I didn't wanna burn

But, instead, I lit the match

And told him all my plans

He didn't call the cops, he's a really good man

But I was ready to lose him, I sent him every page

Confessеd that I loved him

I know he doesn't feel thе same

He kept telling me to stop and I just said "leave me alone"

He got tired of my shit and he hung up the phone

I kept taking more pills and I just wanted sleep

And as I drifted off, I remembered I forgot to eat

The Chinese that I ordered, it's from my favorite place

But it sits on the bed as I sink into this state

My mind told me "throw them up

You might have a life to live"

But I shut myself down and I was ready, this is it

I woke up an hour later and I could barely move

Had fifty pills in my system, I was in a different groove

I got up and fell down, my limbs didn't work

But, I kept trying and I saw the devil smirk

I kept falling on my face and my hands still ache

There's a throbbing in my head

And an overwhelming self hate

Why didn't I succeed?

Will I walk again?

Should I call my mom?

Is this all just in my head?

My fingers are slipping as I press on the screen

As my hands shake back and forth

Withdrawals will be so mean

My mom tried to help me walk

But I keep tripping on the floor

If I dialed 911, I wouldn't make it out the door

But I still made the call not caring if I died

But I was starting to get worried

To myself I told a lie

Two EMT's and two cops

Helped me up the wooden stairs

They drove me in an ambulance

I felt like I was floating

I thought I would die there

I was still kind of hoping

They couldn't pump my stomach

Had an IV in my hand

And I said "let God decide

And see where they stand"

April 27th, 2:30PM

I'm in the hospital

I really thought that was the end

I have all these pieces

All these broken pieces

That I don't know how to fix

Who would have known

That night would have come to this

Things are wrapping up now

It's time for another group

With a new found strength

I think I can recoup