Sunday, March 27, 2016
Sometimes you are born into a loss
She was just a girl born into a broken home. Her dad snorted oxycontin off the table. Just like her he too hated his life. He hated waking up because the only time he wasn't thinking of his past was when he was asleep. The only time he didn't have any regrets was that 8 hours he was asleep. The only happiness he found was in that little white pill. It didn't talk back to him, it didn't mock him, but then again it didn't do anything good for him. That little white pill is the reason he doesn't walk his dog, go to the grocery store, or care. He didn't just envy death, he waited for it and so did she.
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This is so real, awesome post
ReplyDeleteIf only he were to see that his little white pill of redemption wasn't laying on the cold table, but in the bedroom down the hallway, laying on her bed, pondering the meaning of life.
ReplyDeleteIf only,
If only.
Love this post, I feel you.
the title. #stolen
ReplyDeleteThis made me feel something.
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