So many pretty pills all in a row.
One because you called me fat.
Two because you shoved me into a locker.
Three because you said you loved me and broke my heart.
Four because you said you hated me.
Five because you said I was worthless.
Six because you called me stupid.
Seven because even my parents hate me.
Eight because I hate me.
Nine because you left me when I needed you most.
And 90 more because I'm sick of life.
I sallow every one with tears rolling down my cheeks.
99 pretty pills inside of me.
I feel my eyes close.
I draw my last breath, and I smile.
