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10 pills in my hand

1 in my mouth

2 sips of rum

3 more pills in my system

4 more hours till my parents come home

5 more tears

I start feeling weasy

My head is spinning

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5 more pills to go

5 already down

6 more sips of rum

its strong

I don’t think I can handle this anymore

2 more pills down

I start to cry

I got 3more to go

I can hardly breath

I’m gasping for air

I pop the rest of the pills in my mouth

They cant go down

I stumble to the bathroom

I take a sip of rum

I cant swallow

I try to scream for help

But I just choke on my own breath

The bottle of rum falls out of my hand on to my foot

My foot is now bleeding

I start feeling tired

I lie on my bathroom floor

I close my eyes

I see a light

I go to the light

By the light theres to doors

One is labeled heaven

The other is labeled hell

I open the door to heaven I see my friends there all by my body crying

That’s when I wish I would wake up

I cry

Am I  still dreaming

Let me live

I change my mind

I stand between those 2 doors hoping I would wake up