You are sixteen, fistful of pills
a single tear rolls off your cheek on to a meager sheet of paper
blotting the ink of a single word,
goodbye.
what else is there to say?

It all feels so simple!
Run away easy peasy take the pills and it'll all be over
Foolish girl this is only the beginning...

Next thing you remember is being strapped down in an ambulance choking on globs of charcoal
It's cherry flavored, the paramedic assured me.
As if that could disguise the feeling of failure

You remember the ringing pounding in your ears, alternating between darkness and the blinding fluorescent lights

They scrub you clean from the inside out
As if the charcoal could soak up that evil voice inside of you
The one that haunts your nightmares and daydreams alike