Sirens call,

It is a summer night,

The wind breezes at my shoulders.

I can't seem to stop shimmering; the pain keeps trying to leave my body

Nevertheless, I'm too much sedated. Its trapped inside of me.

The sirens call out on the other end of the line,

And as I keep counting if there is still time to save your body, they take it away from the phone

I have no idea where your soul is hiding.

I'm miles away from the scenery. And as the rain clatters on my window, I wonder if there was anything I could have done.

I don't sleep, its not the first time, I stay up with a worry filled heart.

I debate if I can catch the next plane, as if I could get my body out of the freeze.

My phone lights up.

Your mother texts,

• She made it thru the night.

I don't move, I can't.

Hours go by, its 8.23 now. I call for help, I must save myself. And as my friend answers.

I know I must let her go now. I have fought far too much to have to deal with psych ward admissions again.

So, I let her in, and take the burden of the night of my shoulders. And as she listens, she instructs me on how to keep myself safe, so I don't end up in the same place as her soul..