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there are pill bottles cluttering up my bookcase,
multiplying at such a rate that i begin to wonder
if they've somehow learned to reproduce.
they take up the empty spaces between
Wilde and King, Grimm and Pierce:

(the spaces between my lungs and my heart,
my fingers and my toes, the vertebrae
of my neck and spine; all the gaps
that you left behind when you died.)

it's 9 p.m. and i am finally waking up,
wishing that i could stay unconscious just a
little bit longer, only another ten hours or so,
buried away in my foxhole of a bed trying to
escape the war that's taking place inside my mind.

i thought that if i carried you on my body,
you would always be with me when i needed you.
instead i found that i needed you more and more,
and felt you with me less than ever:
the groundskeeper is getting tired of seeing me.
I miss you,, I miss you    I m iss yo u

i think i need more drugs to deal with this but what do you do when they wear off
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^ In response to the description:
You hope that things will get better, because they will. I know what you're going through; but never let those mangled emotions tear you down. I know it's hard to deal with the loss of a loved one, but all you need is to find a good friend of yours who you can talk to, someone that will listen. As for me, I find it best to talk with my dear friend. Although I'm going through a rough patch of doubts, I know that she's there for me and that she'll help me through anything. Find someone like that. Find a should to cry on. It's okay to be feeling depressed because you have every right to be, but think of how you feel. Suicide would do that to someone else. I hope your heart heals soon and that you can be happy again :)