If an overdose
On my medication
Can **** me…
Maybe, just maybe
Its nothing
But an assisted attempt
Of suicide from
My own doctor
For in the end
Death is nothing
But a side affect
Of these so called pills
That are slowly
And very eagerly trying
To **** me.

I am a cigarette on your lips
That you can’t stop pulling at
No matter how bad i may be for you
You do not care,
About the fact that I am slowly and very eagerly, killing you
You simply love the feeling
Of my lips burning so passionately against yours…