#benadryl - Hello Poetry

Some nights I count pink pills in my trembling palm, It promises rest, or maybe something calmer I wonder if a handful could hush the storm within, If letting go would finally let me win. I sit in the bathroom, cold tile against my skin, Haunted by the weight of everything I’ve been. But then, through the haze, a memory breaks through My mother’s tired eyes, my sister’s laughter, too. I think of family photos, sticky notes on the fridge, The way my father worries, pacing at the edge. I imagine empty chairs and dinners gone cold, The stories they’d tell, the grief left untold. So I put the bottle down, wipe the tears from my face, Knowing the hardest battles never leave a trace. I stay for the ones I love, though the darkness calls my name.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC

beepboopbop420

The reason I stay

Some nights I count pink pills in my trembling palm, It promises rest, or maybe something calmer I wonder if a handful could hush the storm within, If letting go would finally let me win. I sit in the bathroom, cold tile against my skin, Haunted by the weight of everything I’ve been. But then, through the haze, a memory breaks through My mother’s tired eyes, my sister’s laughter, too. I think of family photos, sticky notes on the fridge, The way my father worries, pacing at the edge. I imagine empty chairs and dinners gone cold, The stories they’d tell, the grief left untold. So I put the bottle down, wipe the tears from my face, Knowing the hardest battles never leave a trace. I stay for the ones I love, though the darkness calls my name.

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High ball trip, They said I was sick, Well I’m no longer sick, but I’ll still tell you he is, I’ll still sip that drink, See my life roll by in the mirror as blood fills my sink, Neon burn turns my tongue pink, My head spins fast and my stomach hurls just as quick, Rainbow colored addicting swirl, I told you I was sick,

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Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC

CannibalAnimal

Pink Boy

High ball trip, They said I was sick, Well I’m no longer sick, but I’ll still tell you he is, I’ll still sip that drink, See my life roll by in the mirror as blood fills my sink, Neon burn turns my tongue pink, My head spins fast and my stomach hurls just as quick, Rainbow colored addicting swirl, I told you I was sick,

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It was a fun day, childhood memories were being made. My happiness showing across my face. So many questions I had, so many I asked. I see pink. Another fun-filled day. Dad made my favorite dinner. My excitement was bubbling. I guess to them it was troubling. I see pink. Today was rainy. I went outside. I think I'm in trouble. She yells "Get inside!" She had almost gotten my hair dried. I can tell she is annoyed. I see pink. They didn't care about the smile on my little face. I guess they couldn't keep up with my pace. I see pink. I want it now. I barely even begin to ask, she is headed to the cabinet. Plastic shot glass. Two tablespoons later, I see pink. Dream, dream, dream. Off to sleep. Thanks for the pink. A three year old girl who gets a thrill from fairytales. They say I have to much energy for someone so little. All they want is for me to sit still. So they pour me some more Benadryl. I see pink.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC

orlagh-lafricain

I see pink.

It was a fun day, childhood memories were being made. My happiness showing across my face. So many questions I had, so many I asked. I see pink. Another fun-filled day. Dad made my favorite dinner. My excitement was bubbling. I guess to them it was troubling. I see pink. Today was rainy. I went outside. I think I'm in trouble. She yells "Get inside!" She had almost gotten my hair dried. I can tell she is annoyed. I see pink. They didn't care about the smile on my little face. I guess they couldn't keep up with my pace. I see pink. I want it now. I barely even begin to ask, she is headed to the cabinet. Plastic shot glass. Two tablespoons later, I see pink. Dream, dream, dream. Off to sleep. Thanks for the pink. A three year old girl who gets a thrill from fairytales. They say I have to much energy for someone so little. All they want is for me to sit still. So they pour me some more Benadryl. I see pink.

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