OverdoseA Poem by FritoOverdoes attempt
One pill two pill three pill four
Locked in the bathroom behind the door Five pill six pill seven eight The voices in your mind saying it's just fate Nine ten eleven twelve The empty bottles arranged on the shelves Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen You've tricked everyone into thinking you've stayed clean Seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty You keep going though you've had plenty Twenty one twenty two twenty three twenty four You start to feel dizzy and fall to the floor Twenty five twenty six twenty seven twenty eight Now you'll be able to clean your slate Everything begins to be blurred Not knowing anythings that's occurred Your family leans over yelling and crying, it's hard to remember Hearing the ambulance arrive that cold night in December Believing the lies that filled your head Not wanting anything more than just to be dead Being loved isn't something you know It was finally time you just let go © 2022 FritoAuthor's Note
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AuthorFritoNYAbout"Softie. I named my doll Softie. See, even at two I knew that if you held something for long enough the edges stop being so rough." ~There's not a whole lot to me but I try to make sense of my feel.. more..Writing
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