Drip Drop

Overdose

I've thought about how I'll go

With some scissors?

With a knife?

Or maybe

Just maybe

Some rope?

Actually no

I know how I'll go

The little white pellets

That make me "happier"

That make me "better"

I'll just overdose on my happy pills

Seems right

Don't you think?

I'll end my life

With the things that weren't supposed to make me think that.