Pills designed to heal
-to kill-
the pain is real,
handfuls at a time
washed down with water
-trying to fail-
five at a time
counting sixty,
lying down to swim away
underwater clearly warped sights
that sway, and thoughts
that roll and tumble
around in my head
that is beginning to hurt.
It isn’t supposed to feel like this.
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