As I take the pill the pain runs and hides.
I feel relaxed and calm.
No longer worrying for what I have to do.
Peace comes and I never want it to leave.
I can finally sleep.
I don’t have to stay awake for hours
wondering if ill ever get some rest.
Counting down the minutes
Til this lovely white pill makes everything better.
I know what I do to make the pain disappear is wrong
But I have no other solution for my problem…
I tried other things
but none seemed to work as well as this.
The blade takes away the pain
But only for a little while
And it leaves scars where everyone could see
This way it is only I who knows what I have done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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