No One Poem by Jade Baker

When I was alone,
Sitting in my darkened room,
With no one to comfort me,
Just the blade that I held to my skin,
Needing to release the pain within,
When I was broken and confused,
My ego beaten and abused,
My only saviour was the bottle,
Each sip numbing my eternal pain,
Erasing my misery,
There was no one to comfort me,
When I was reaching for the pills,
Shaking hands that started to bleed,
There was no one to steady me,
As I waited for it to end,
For the darkness to set in,
There was no one there for me,
As I listened to my racing heart beat,
And with broken glass on the floor,
I lay dying on the cold tiled floor,
There was no one to save me,
As I felt myself finally be free