The number that didn’t end up killing me,
even though I had hoped it would.
A mixture of 8 different kinds of pills
and 7 hours laying on the cold bathroom floor,
I was still here,
despite the improbability.
6 long minutes spent in the ambulance,
and 5 questions that I didn’t know the answer to.
My brain wasn’t damaged,
at least, not more than it was beforehand.
It took me only 4 minutes to down the pills,
and 3 of those should have been trying to stop myself,
but I didn’t stop,
even though I wanted to.
2 days in the ICU,
and 1 week in the mental hospital.
Zero time to think about what will happen now.