A reminder sits in my sock drawer
A reminder that I always could, ya know
I could just swallow that entire bottle of pink pills
and never wake again
I got better but there was always that what if
I never put them back because what if I wanted to do it
What if I died
When I'm pissed off I think
"What if I killed myself would they feel guilty then?"
I know people would feel my absence but would they cry?
Probably not
Would they miss me?
I don't know
Would they care?
I don't know
I could do it though
I really could
I could swallow all those pills and die
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
