Empty House Poem by Brittney Wirth

I'm sitting here in this empty house,
I don't know why but...
All i know is it scares me,
But then i wonder why...
I'm here all alone,
So get up off this couch...
And have a look around,

I cant find anyone...
So i walk to the door,
I opened the door and...
Walk out on the porch,
I see everyone standing...
Around the tree in the yard,

So i walk on over to them...
And ask whats going on,
No one says a word...
It is almost like they cant hear me,

I saw a figure laying by the tree...
So i go to see what it is,
I see myself laying there....
I'm not moving or breathing...
Then i get scared,

So i try to think what i did...
That night before but,
I cant remember anything...
So i run to my bedroom,

I'm looking around...
I see a bottle of medication,
Laying in the middle of my bed...
I pick it up to see what it is,
But the label is missing...

I look in the trash can..
The label is laying there,
It turns out the bottle...
Doesn't even belong to me,

So i think what...
I just did to my family,
I cant believe what i did...
But now thats one thing,
I cant fix...

My mind spinning...
As i try to remember,
What happened that night before...
But i got nothing...
So what is there,
I can do now...

Nothing...
I can do nothing now,
But why does anything...
Matter now?