lately i've been picturing it a lot
my death
i grab a bottle of pills off the dining room table
i grab my phone and my earbuds
and i head outside to the backyard
i sit down
i pour all the pills into my hand
and swallow as many as i can
i pick up my phone
and put the song Truce on repeat
and then plug in my earbuds
i lay down in the grass
my vision gets blurry
my eyelashes start to flutter
i feel happy
finally
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Mind Heart Soul
PoetryWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
