Randomling 27: Pills
Depression is days and nights curled fetal-like
in a dark room, with no interest in the world outside.
idly wondering if there are enough
pills in the bottle to kill you,
then thinking it's not worth the effort
to find out because you're dead inside already.
Copyright © Mary Rotman | Year Posted 2015
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