Looking at the bottle of sleeping pills 25 count the question I ask, is it enough Time to stop breathing time for the pain to go away I worry, this will destroy my nephew but as they say time heals all wounds except for mine So very tired of the living want, no, desperately need love, so tired of getting rejected in men's eyes don't understand why, it isn't enough to be a good person you need to be a thin person, i'm not. Will not change myself so society will want me something is wrong with this picture swallowed 10 pills already feeling sleepy I'll write until i can write no more head is heavy wow, i feel peace i'm so scared but maybe, my soulmate is in heaven and now i'll get to meet him swallowed the rest of the pills hve ttrouble tpying hrd t eysss open sldkj jtkle wjlkfBirth sign: Taurus
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