Pill after Pill


One too many

Two too many

Three too many


As she stared into the glass mirror seeing nothing but a worthless reflection

One too many

Two too many

Is three too many?


Her reflection finally meant nothing to her anymore

Pill after pill

Reflection after reflection

The same thoughts go through her mind over and over

Pill after Pill

When should she start feeling dizzy?

Is the discomfort in her stomach all she's going to get?

Is there really no end to this suffering?

It's gone too far

One bottle down

Too late to stop

Too soon to stop

Pill after pill

Starving day after day

Never thin enough

Maybe this will do it

One last stop

One too many


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Very sad and thought provoking


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