pills. pills. pills.
a few are a help
a lot are a pain
i haven't been able to swallow
since that last time
i would rather be in pain
than remember that place
it haunts my mind
pills. pills. pills.
how numbing you are
how vicsious you strike
pounding from my heart
too fast. too hard.
over the edge
gone on a low
disguised as a high
pills. pills. pills.
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My Poems
Poetrymy personal poetry. I do not usually write it unless I have deep emotions. Thank you for number 57 in Poetry! Cover by: ME Completed book of poems. The second one is in my works.
