Yet another failure she thought: her suicide!

She saw the sleeping pills, and felt better;

There is nothing sleep cannot cure, she remembered.

The context had changed, agreed, but so did she;

Popping up the first pill, she thought she’d see beauty.

Second and third pill soothed her soul like never before;

The drowsiness, was felt as she travelled offshore.

Four more pills down, her throat was now dry,

Eyes watered, but she knew nobody would hear her cry.

Her conscience warned her against her wish,

She wanted it to end, she prayed for her demise.

The bottle slipped from her hand, dispersed on ground;

One for each wound, she took whatever that she found.

No emotions, no regrets, and no remembrance of what she tried;

Yet another failure, she thought: her suicide.

Sleeping-pills

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