One pill, two pill, three pill, four pill,
For broken hearts, there are no pills
Yet I keep popping them in,
Hoping that they somehow heal,
Painkiller for broken hearts,
There should be something like that,
But as it hasn’t been invented,
I take the stuff that has been marketed,
Ibruprofen, morphine, codeine,
Do some magic, please heal me.
Five pill, six pill, seven pill, eight pill,
I know I should really stop it!
Yet I continue swallowing them,
My need, I can’t tame,
It’s risky, and I know it,
I’m trying to stay in limit.
Nine pill, ten pill, forget counting,
Oh yes, I keep swallowing.
If these pills can’t heal me,
Can they at least kill me?


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Death wish

Poetry, Writer life

I wanna slit my wrist

And stab a dagger through my chest.

I wanna feel the pain

As the red liquid flows out my vein.

Empty my mind slow and steady

As I drift into a forever sleep.

I want close my eyes

Never to open once again.

It’s a beautiful life

But death seems all the more pretty.

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Suicidal Instincts

Poetry, Writer life
‘Who am I?’, I question myself,
Why am I feeling so dead inside?
I feel tears well up in my eyes
But I don’t understand why.

Then I mask up a smile
And go on with my life,
Rush and rush the day goes
Staying busy helps me get by.

But in most unexpected of moments
Clouds of gloom envelops me again
And I’m there wondering,
Why am I suddenly so sad?

Some days I want to slit my wrist
Or jump off the tallest building
Then I wonder, why would I do that?
I’m a girl who loves life.

I ride my bike the fastest I can
And for a split second, imagine me dead
Then realization hits me straight
Why am I thinking that way?

Why am I drawn so much to death?
This terrifying suicidal instinct!
I’m a girl who loves life
I’ve got so much to live.
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