Nine-thousand you said,
Nine-thousand would be
The number of your death.

You told me,
As if I could help.
As if you would let me.

You took the pill to ****
The thin,
Papery feeling.

We became friends,
Through our pain
But you betrayed.

I'm tired you said.
I'm going to sleep you said.
You left me.

Are you okay I said.
Please tell me you're okay.