Annihilate

s h e

a/n: this isn't as sad as my others poems in here but i don't know where else to post it

she lies concealed  under

three white covers

that are heavy on her

 as she watches the sunrise so fixated

paralyzed, livid, almost faded

she stands barefoot

in the bathroom

with a white pill on her palm

that may be tiny, tiny and neat

but will make her complete

hopefully it will cure all

from tired mornings and muscle aches

to dry skin and cold chest

maybe her hair gets that pretty glow

and she forgets all about this ugly woe

and maybe she did

lose herself in autumn suns

and maybe she did lose the boy

somewhere, somewhere

in this hazy wet midair

maybe she should be living

but now we can only appreciate

that she's trying to survive

and isn't that a beautiful thing

the fact that she's alive