Curiosity
Is what did this to me,
I remember the first time
I took 8 pills
Trying to stop the life
I used to think I was cursed with,
Now it’s the 48th time
This was no longer curiosity it
Was a want
A want to die,
I put a bag on my head
I sat and thought
Is this worth it
Doing this to my mom
Sister
My dog who was there for it all
I tried to take the bag off my head and couldn’t
My body won’t let me
I screamed till a staff came
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