She sat in the tub and stared at the pill bottle.
She counted,
1,2,3,4,5 as the fell in her hand.
She glanced into the hallway and looked at the family pictures.
She was smiling then.
That wasn't her.
She didn't recognize that girl.
Deep breaths, take the pills.
1,2,3,4,5 and all the pain will end.
No more misery.
No more crying.
No more anxiety.
No more heartbreak.
1,2,3,4,5 pills she popped in her mouth.
She counted.
1,2,3,4,5
And it was over.
Author: DeepQoutes
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Depression is my Drug
RandomTRIGGER WARNING Collection of depressing short stories and quotes. Some are mine, some aren't. Give credit to the writer if you recognize the owner please. Enjoy TRIGGER WARNING
