Sleepmonger,
Deathmonger,
With capsules in my palms each night,
eight a time in my palm from sweet pahrmaceutical bottles.
I make arrangements for a pint sized journey.
I am the queen of this condition.
I am an expert on making the trip
and now they say I am an addict.
Now they ask why.
Why!
Donot they know that I promised to die!
Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts an innocuous occupation.
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Friends this is not my piece of poetry..She was a lady who commited suicide..I am forgetting her name..I just went throuugh this and after reading I felt connected.
ReplyDeletethats it.