Suicide. mental health

So I rang the police for help.

A welfare check is what I need

The curtains were closed the doors and windows locked

I couldn’t see inside, an overdose or had you cut yourself to bleed

Behind the front door a little dog barked

1970s bubble glass distorted my view.

Vertical letter box I strain but can’t catch sight of you

Gut feeling .

A knowing

Something very wrong this I knew.

No answer on the house phone

No answer at the door.

You weren’t in a good place

Have you decided you can’t live life anymore.

I ring the police again

I ask

Are you on your way?

The car has been diverted.

There was an emergency on the way.

This is an emergency I tell them

My gut is never wrong.

There is nothing I can do until they get here

The but why are they taking so long?

Six hours later they arrive

Check with neighbors then break down the door.

A whimpering dog stands beside you.

Cold and lifeless

I guess you just couldn’t take anymore.

I’m left with a feeling of sadness

Feeling let down by a system that doesn’t care

When you needed protection and safe space

In the end there was nobody there