Untold Story
Pain killers.
Metaphorical right?
Will they help ease my emotional pain?
The answer is no,
but like hell I tried.
I popped Tylenol like candy,
its a miracle
that I never needed
to get my stomach pumped.
An untold story,
one filled with teardrops
on my kitchen floor.
Each night I'd see just how many,
I could take.
Most nights it was on an empty stomach.
Had I continued this behavior,
It's unlikely I'd be here writing this out,
I'm so glad I didn't continue.
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