Thoughts to Think at Midnight

It Turned into More

It was only going to be a few scratches.
But few turned into ten.
Ten turned into 30.
30 turned into 60.
60 turned into disappearance.
Baby, I'm sorry.
They found me lying in bed.
A bottle of pills spilled onto the floor. 
It was only going to be a few.
But baby it turned into more.
I'm sorry.

                                                        ~Levi~ 😶