Staring at my bottle of pills on the shelf,
eyes burning, heartbeat racing. 

Palms cold and clammy, grasping around myself,
desperately, holding on to myself, 
nails digging in to my skin, 
reminding myself that I am real.

It scares me, how easily the thought comes,
to down the entire bottle. 

Sleep, sleep, better than I have in years,
tired from waking each day,
to fight off the same demons from the day before,
to get lost in the quiet, forget my fear.

How can my brain be so bright,
but also be...

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