The bottle gripped to tight its breaking
I'm so scared I am shaking
The bottle breaks the pills scatter
But that won't matter
I crawl on the floor gathering them all
Some are broken from there fall
I swallow them one by one
Each one feels like it ways a ton
Sitting in my stomach , it burns
Holding my head. As it twists and turns
My thoughts are jumbled
My words are mumbled
My stomach aching
My hands shaking
But I'm not crying
I'm just dieing and sick of trying .
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This is my 5th poem on this book I hope you liked .
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~foz
