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pills.
one pill
two pill
red pill
blue pill.
one to stop the pain.
two keep the nightmares away.
three to grudgingly make me stay
on this living plane.
9 years...
9 YEARS.
at what point
do I admit defeat?
at what point
do I admit
that I am more pill
than human?
every Sunday night
spent
re-populating my pill organiser
for the week ahead.
how many 23 year olds do this?
none I know.
three pill
four pill
how many to make me
more chill?
too many,
yet
never enough.
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#WritcoQuote #writco #writcoapp #poem #poetrycommunity #pills #Medication #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #reflection
two pill
red pill
blue pill.
one to stop the pain.
two keep the nightmares away.
three to grudgingly make me stay
on this living plane.
9 years...
9 YEARS.
at what point
do I admit defeat?
at what point
do I admit
that I am more pill
than human?
every Sunday night
spent
re-populating my pill organiser
for the week ahead.
how many 23 year olds do this?
none I know.
three pill
four pill
how many to make me
more chill?
too many,
yet
never enough.
© O.M.A
#WritcoQuote #writco #writcoapp #poem #poetrycommunity #pills #Medication #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #reflection
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