guiltyA Poem by Mikayla Little
The bottles open.
Thoughts running through my head at a 100mph.
Not caring, not thinking of others.
I pour 20 pink pills 15 white pills.
Than bombs away.
The pills sliding down my throat,leaving a nasty taste.
Everything going silent all I can hear is my thoughts.
As I watch the drop of water slide down the side of the glass cup.
Everything goes pitch black.
Waking up in a panic!
Am I alive ?
Voices all around me.
Mikayla do you remember what you did?
Words slurring as if I drank 4 bottles of whiskey.
Eyes getting heavy everything back to black.
When I wake up I don't remember a damn thing.
They told me things i've done and said, but...
I don't recall any of it.
As I sit there all I can think is why couldn't it have worked?
Now i have to deal with pain , guilt , judgement!
© 2012 Mikayla Little
Added on June 28, 2012
Last Updated on June 28, 2012
springfield , MA
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