Slipping Away

I knock on the door and there is no answer
I wait a moment but...nothing
I open the door and I see you
Laying in a pile of your own vomit

Please don't be
What did you do to yourself?
I dive to the floor to be by your side
You wheeze barely hanging on

Please don't be
I cradle your head
Your hair sticks to your forehead
You gag as more vomit comes up

Please don't be
Your eyes turn to slits
Not being able to focus
Looking at me grasping my hand

Your hold goes slack
Your head rolls to the side
You let out a long wheezing breathe
Please baby please...