The Bottle

May 12, 2017
By ktru197 BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
ktru197 BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
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I don't know anymore. I don't know how to survive. Living with the pain on my chest hurts so bad. I wish i could push the pain off by ending it all, but that would bring pain to others. With the lables on the bottles calling my name it's so much harder. But how long until the drugs wear off? I need a permanent pain killer. The only permanent pain killer out there is death. I wake up everyday craving the drugs so that I can leave my pain and suffering but it gets to the point where the bottle is empty and i have nowhere else to run but to my thoughts. Being stuck with my thoughts is the worst because all i can think of is the drugs and death and how i could end it all so easily...

The author's comments:

I wrote this after my friend has passed away and had realized how some teens who have depression lean toward drugs to cope with their feelings.

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