They're sitting there
Mocking me
Daring me to down them
"Want to try again?"
"Maybe you won't be such a coward this time"
"God, you can't even take three pills"
"Try 14"
I want to scratch
I'm holding my hand away
It's not working
People are asleep
Oh man what do I do?
I fling the bottle off the bookshelf
Close my eyes to its new location
Plug my ears to the sickening rattle of unswallowed pills
I'm stronger than this little orange cylinder that promises death
It's plastic
I'm flesh
They sat there
Mocking me
Now they're on the floor and I don't care
I'm not going to look
Think I'll read a book
I don't have any water anyway
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
Şiirpoetry collection Trigger warnings Beautiful cover made by @_demi-wizard_ and @Adiemxs
