Tylenol Love Poem by Dakota Ellerton

To lay here all day,
in an unconcious state,
would be so bliss.
Away from a world so tormenting,
I could take a breath.
Spewing such tainted thoughts from my soul,
maybe I could be pure.
How deep do the wounds go?
I immediatley jump from my bed,
only to collapse instantly.
I’m not sure I’ll make it through the night.
My body shakes endlessly,
and I break into a cold sweat.
This is almost like the last time,
only I shouldn’t even think of asking for your help.
Late at night you came to my side,
and layed with me.
What little fluids I had left,
refused to remain in such a sickly vessil.
Still you came to help.
While my liver slowly died,
you and I made love.
I was so sure it’d be the last time,
but the next morning I could no longer bare the pain.
I couldn’t hardly breathe.
So if I were to keep closed off from the world,
and sink into a deeper depression,
would you promise to only remember the good things?
Would you take my hand just the same?
If this were a dream,
I’d beg and plead to draw my last breath.