The pills taunt me from beside my bed as I lay here, tortured within by each painful heartbeat burning within my chest and weighting my back to the lumped brick of springs and polyester fiber. Those blue beauties sleeping silently in their sun fire home, why can't I sleep too?
One, two, five, ten, my throat counts my way to freedom Ironic, how we all have different definitions of salvation. I adopted these babies to "save myself," so the doctors think
Tonight it's Judgement Day.
This is super ****** up and probably terribly written. These anti depressants are affecting my ability to write.