I watch from my corner as they swallow their pills.
Relief on their faces as the pain stills.I can't help but envy their peace.
I wonder, can the painkillers soothe the pain inside me?The suffering that no one can see.
Will the pills make me better or just numb the pain temporarily?I'm tempted to try.
To find some relief from the torment inside.One pill.
Two pills.
Three pills.The pain doesn't subside.
It doesn't die.Four pills.
Five.But at least the pills make me feel less alive.
- Alice

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Loneliness in love
PoetryThis book in an ongoing collection of poems that i write on lonely nights :)