A poem.

 

Bottle

 

I grab the bottle off the shelf
The lid opens easily
I drink until I cant feel
Then I take some pills
Don’t know what they are
But I take them anyway
It all goes numb
Not that I care
I sit down on the stair
I have my lighter
It burns my fingers
That’s so good
I lift it to my arm
It sears the pain away
I cant feel anything
The room is spinning
It all goes dark
Thank god

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