Why?
Why now?
You'd promised you quit.
But I see you swallow each pill,
one after another.
You swallowed the whole bottle,
you said it gives you a buzz.
But what if that buzz kills you?
How will my brothers, your sons, react?
When they see daddy asleep,
and not waking up.
You take my money for pills.
Pills...
I thought they helped people.
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