one
you slip a tablet in your mouth
to be freed from your misery
two
the days have passed and mother still
has not called back
three
the number of hours you have
until the sun sets on you again
four
the water burns the back of your throat
but the pill must go down
five
the lights are off
nobody is home
six
there's a hospital bill
that your sister can't pay
and it's all your fault
seven
one last breath
and seven minutes of memories
eight
an empty white bottle
that reads painkiller on its side
it's a lie
nine
you're drowning in your own mind
trying to escape the rush of tears
ten
you've already become another statistic
to everyone but your family
whose brains are filled with static
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
