The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


69. Pill

One pill for the pain I feel, another for the weight;

three more for the test I failed, and some more for my self-hate.

Five pills for the mess I've made, and some more for the scale.

Maybe if I take enough this thing cannot fail.

I swallowed the whole bottle and now I'm drifting away -

I won't be waking up tomorrow; I'm sorry I cannot stay.

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