She takes her pills
but they're not prescribed.
She takes too many,
a few too many.
Forty of this,
twenty of that.
A few more of this,
then whatever was left.
She did not cry.
She did not tremble.
She texted him.
He said be careful.
She fell asleep
hoping for the last time.
Awaken she did
and scared she felt.
Was this it?
Was she alive?
Was there nothing else?
Was she alone?
The answer she found
but much later on.
Not the one she wanted
but one that was true.
He had said be careful,
so she was.
He had said be safe,
so she was.
She spoke to teachers,
to friends, to family.
She spoke her thoughts
and got the help she craved.
Things got better,
she hoped they would.
But she wasn't careful,
so fail she should.
That was the end
to a tale with no beginning.
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My life: In poems
PoetryHere is just a few poems I wrote about what I went through. There is some graphic details and warning these are not all happy poems. NOTE: COVER PICTURE IS NOT MINE I HAVE NO CLAIM TO IT WHATSOEVER
