_tw suicidal thoughts_
Something about these pills...
It just rubs me the wrong way...
Something eerie about them
Their quantities
Their psychoactive properties
I just don’t want them in my head
Or I want them all at once
High doses
Overdoses
Or none at all
And why
Why the ****
Do I get excited
A sick hit of adrenaline
Thinking about swallowing them all
And ending it now
What’s wrong with me
Nothing’s wrong
Everything’s wrong
I’m fine
I’m broken
I’m sick
I’m losing my **** mind
And somehow...
Somehow the pills keep me a little bit sane
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
_tw suicidal thoughts_
Something about these pills...
It just rubs me the wrong way...
Something eerie about them
Their quantities
Their psychoactive properties
I just don’t want them in my head
Or I want them all at once
High doses
Overdoses
Or none at all
And why
Why the ****
Do I get excited
A sick hit of adrenaline
Thinking about swallowing them all
And ending it now
What’s wrong with me
Nothing’s wrong
Everything’s wrong
I’m fine
I’m broken
I’m sick
I’m losing my **** mind
And somehow...
Somehow the pills keep me a little bit sane
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