I remember the little things from 2AM
the sound of the typewriter
Eternal Sunshine for the spotless mind playing in the background
the faint smell of coffee
I remember the big things from 3AM
how loud your voice was when you yelled at me
all the broken glass laying around
the strong smell of blood
I remember the words from 4AM
"I love you"
"But I can't do this"
"Its me, not you"
I remember the tastes from 5AM
Salty tears and hard liquor
I remember at 6AM
Thinking that I'm not a morning person and crawled into bed

Come over and peel away my skin
layer by layer
you won't find bones or muscles
you won't find viens or nerves
you'll find strings of anxiety
you'll find long lines of worries
all held together by rusted nails

Blue circle pills
Piling up on my counter
Little and numbing
I'm depressed
When did that happen?
1 white pill
2 yellow pills
I take these in the morning
In the evening I take more
3 more white pills
1 tiny blue pill
I let the blue pill melt on my tongue
In half an hour I'm numb and exhausted
Day in and Day out
More pills
Pills
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Oh its been 31 days
I need a refill