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Some nights I count pink pills in my trembling palm, It promises rest, or maybe something calmer I wonder if a handful could hush the storm within, If letting go would finally let me win. I sit in the bathroom, cold tile against my skin, Haunted by the weight of everything I’ve been. But then, through the haze, a memory breaks through My mother’s tired eyes, my sister’s laughter, too. I think of family photos, sticky notes on the fridge, The way my father worries, pacing at the edge. I imagine empty chairs and dinners gone cold, The stories they’d tell, the grief left untold. So I put the bottle down, wipe the tears from my face, Knowing the hardest battles never leave a trace. I stay for the ones I love, though the darkness calls my name.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
The reason I stay
Some nights I count pink pills in my trembling palm, It promises rest, or maybe something calmer I wonder if a handful could hush the storm within, If letting go would finally let me win. I sit in the bathroom, cold tile against my skin, Haunted by the weight of everything I’ve been. But then, through the haze, a memory breaks through My mother’s tired eyes, my sister’s laughter, too. I think of family photos, sticky notes on the fridge, The way my father worries, pacing at the edge. I imagine empty chairs and dinners gone cold, The stories they’d tell, the grief left untold. So I put the bottle down, wipe the tears from my face, Knowing the hardest battles never leave a trace. I stay for the ones I love, though the darkness calls my name.
I wrote this about wanting to od, not for the high but just to go painlessly, so I can shut my mind up for longer than a minute, but knowing I have to stay for my family or ill be the reason they feel how I do.
#benadryl#od#family
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17/F/indiana
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
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