Is this the End?

a poem about one of the lowest parts of my life

I look down and all I see
Dark painful red
In my pupil, I see colors
Dangerous cylinder like solids
Waiting to swim the river of saliva
Reaching down for a quick sweep
I am hit with reality
That not too far Away
There is A man
That Loves me...........

My trembling body
My aching heart
My chest caving in
Can't seem to begin

I stand up ever so painfully
Reach for the lifeless clothes
Walk heavily numb down the stairs
Reach for the blurred yearning phone
Dial those infinite numbers
Talk me down Mother............

Will the help I need ever come?