maybe someday the pills will not hold me in this cage. the one it locks until i pop a pill. sometimes i can figure why i am taking it, pain, hunger, sadness, sickness, anxiety, etc. the worse times are when i do not know why i am taking them. why am i doing pills? i can fight a lot of things no problem, but this has proven to be more of a problem. quitting is not as easy as getting over it, or just not doing it... i wish i was better at being sober...
-Dan
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Suicide.
PoetryCollection of sad ass poem that basically sound like suicide notes. whether said suicide is physically or mentally.
