I grabbed the ladder
and I climbed.
After awhile I felt like I should
just let go.
My body was hurting,
and it wouldn't be bad to sit in darkness.
But I still climbed.
Wouldn't kill to see what lay up there.
Right when I reached the top,
my hand slipped,
and I fell.
I fell so hard and so fast,
that when I reached the bottom,
my mind was fuzzy.
At first I didn't know what happened
until I reached for the pills.
The ladder broke
when I needed it most,
and so I sat in a pit
in the darkness,
feasting on relievers.
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I-
I can't explain this poem, but-
Oh shucks, I won't even explain.
