I was reading an old notebook today and stumbled across a short poem. My friend had written it in there over a year ago. It made me think of her and how she departed the world.
Morphine, you flooded my brain
a temporary relief from mental pain.
I took you doses so stupid high
in the hopes I would never again open my eyes.
Unfortunately hours later I awake
in horror my death was but a fake.
The obvious next step would to seem
to double my dose of Morphine.