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
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
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
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