Dear Pill Head
Peer
from atop your chemical hill,
swallow your pills.
They will fill
the hole in your heart,
to end your day,
and to help the next one start.
Because it always does
and you always do
but not tomorrow.
You kept chasing the buzz
you had a drink or two
beside your white powders
and your poisons
so now you’ve passed just
a little too soon.
Your mother
will cherish your memory,
pill popper,
as she clears the empty bottles
from atop the dresser
in your room.
How will she sleep
at night?
How will her heart keep
from turning to stone?
Knowing she brought you
into this world
To suffer
And to give up the fight
before the end
and to die alone?
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