pop a pill, maybe two, maybe three.
calm yourself down.
don't get riled up on temporary problems. everything is here to test you. focus on what's real. because nothing really matters.
if you can't handle it, then you shouldn't be here. after all, it's just going to rip you from limb to limb.
pop a pill, maybe four, maybe five
don't let yourself get left behind by your concerns, your past doesn't define you.
you can't look back.
if you do, then you'll be stuck in an endless loop for the rest of your life
pop a pill maybe six, maybe seven.
life isn't easy, it never came with a guidebook.
doing what's right is not a walk in the park.
pay attention and you'll learn something.
don't hold hands with yourself, you can cross the street alone.
make your own decisions.
calm down, and take a deep breath.
i'm here, you're here.
you're never really alone,
so take a chill pill and move on.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
