Drip Drop

They Lay On The Table

They lay on the table

In a little orange container

Do I want them?

Do I deserve them?

I'm suffering

It pains

I hate this feeling

But do I deserve better?

Probably not

I make so many mistakes

So why take the little white objects?

Why feel better?

I'll just leave them there

On the table

Maybe tomorrow I can take some

Or the next day

Or the next

I don't have the energy to take them

I'll just stay in bed