What Was Left Behind ✳️

Headache

My head pounds
It's driving me insane

Every second of every day these past week
Four o'clock
Head ache

Thinking of taking the meds my mother gives me and storing it in the emergency pill bottle my mom gave me.
Gather enough to end.
End whatever he'll im stuck in.

I can't hang myself
No belt will hold me, nothing to hang off of really.
Overdosing didn't work. I was a coward.

Maybe this time it'll work.

No.

Not again.

I need to remain strong
My head throbs
Cool hands to temple and wishing it would go away.
Wishing that lightning didn't strike in my small house of mental health.

It's more like a shack really.
Unstable, weak, breakable.
It's on fire.
The rain doesn't help.

Pill bottle at my dresser, one pill in it.
Won't be enough.
Can't gather any, I'd break my promise.
But I have a headache.

That's a valid excuse to get pills...
Right?