One Way Train

February 17, 2017
By Anonymous

Tossing, turning,
and ever so consuming.
Nothing can stop what I have done.
I am ready for whatever comes.
For I am on a one way train
that only stops when they reach my brain.
Wash them down with a glass of wine.
No human body can decline
this lethal dose of sertraline.


The author's comments:

This poem is about someone who has made some poor decisions. They decide that overdosing on antidepressants (sertraline) is the best option.


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