A Suicide Attempt

A Suicide Attempt

It took a lot of courage

As I sat by the window sill

My last note in one hand

And a bottle of the dreaded pill

I gazed outside my window

To the bird in the mango tree 

This could be my last time ever 

When I would sit on my window sill

I was about to pop in, 

Not one or two, 

but the entire bottle of that pill

Alas I am terrible at gulping anything

To myself, at that point I said, 

Should have bought some syrup for sure instead! 

For my journey to the other side,

How could I get some silence?

When the bird had decided to flutter its wings,

In all its craziness!!!

It knew what I was up to, I think,

And decided to ruin my plans. 

Little did it know why I was so sad, 

And only a little courage for this I had had. 

It flew mockingly straight at my hand 

I fell down the window sill. 

But into my room instead of out 

And hurt badly, my knee. 

I knew I was saved that day 

Even though I did not feel free 

But save it did from a courage-less act 

That little bird in the mango tree