I Don't Miss You: Volume One

yellow 4.5

medicine

pills were my only friend; never once heard me, talked to me, held me, nor comforted me.

but yes, it once killed me.
& knowingly it felt wrong.
& willingly i felt them glide down my throat;
hitting the pit of my stomach.

medicine is supposed to help with your pain, right?
medicine is supposed to put you out of your misery, right?

i abused the use of it. now i feel nothing at all.