Let me tell you a story
Of a night
When I took 9 tiny pills
Hoping to die.

It was a irrational action
I admit
But this incidence
Ceased my impending "wake"

I arose the next morning
Wondering if I'm dead
And if this was what heaven felt like.
But when I heard the all too familiar scream
I realized
I'm back in hell again.

To school I went
Chuckling in my head
Of how foolish man can be
To not realize a single thing.

The whole day I did math:
9 times 500mg
Divided by 1000mg
It was more than 3 times of the stated dosage.

I chided myself then
Why didn't I get more
Why didn't I have the audacity
To rob the first aid box.

But soon
I've came to realize
It wasn't the dosage
Nor the amount that mattered.
It was the fact that
Life was still mine to deal
And play with for longer days.
I didn't want it
But I've no choice

"GET OVER IT"
I tell myself
Over and over again.
*But I never once did