Pills

A ghost of a boy recalls his death…
I’m gonna swallow over 20 advil
I say
I’m gonna take 3 different pills
I speak
I’m gonna die tonight
And you won’t know
You’ll dial my number
You’ll ask for me by name
And my mother will be in tears
And she’ll say I can’t speak no more

She’ll tell you she’s sorry
That she had to inform you
Tell you I’m dead
Because of my own doing

She’ll tell you how I opened the drawer
Pulled out some pills
Got a glass of water
And swallowed them down
How she found me on the floor
Picked up the phone
Dialed 911 and cried out her eyes

You’ll fall to your knees
And cry rivers of tears
You’ll say good-bye
And hang up the phone
You’ll crawl to a corner
And sob big huge tears
You’ll curl up inside yourself
And hope its not true

You’ll grip at your hair
Pull it from the roots
Your tears will rain down
And hit the floor
Causing rivers to flow

I’ll sit right beside you
And I’ll take you hand
I’ll whisper I love you
And kiss you good-bye
I’ll tell you
I’ll watch over you
And protect what was once mine.

By Tara Takemoto
Published: 9/10/2006
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