A white cap,
A brown bottle.
Little pills,
I know I should swallow.
The pain would end,
No more suffering.
No need for relapse again,
No more crying.
Just handful after handful,
Until it kills.
I'll finish them off,
Just a bottle of pills.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
