Walking to the bathroom, locking the door.
pausing, thinking.
Opening the medicine cabinet,
Taking out bottle of pills, not knowing what kind.
It doesn't matter, really.
Pouring pills into an open palm,
Raising the hand to the mouth.
A pause, and then a sound of the toilet flushing,
Little white capsules, swirling down the toilet.
Crying can be heard now,
Not that it matters.
No one cares, after all.
Desperate, Hurt.
Closing the cabinet and unlocking the door.
Walking back down the hall, back to the bedroom.
Living another day,
Hurt, but too afraid.
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Angst Poems
PoetryTrigger warning for self harm and suicide. Possible others to be added.
