She takes the pills from his hand. His bagged eyes and weakened body crumble in the exhaustion and desperation. He know he is getting stronger though. Every time he resists, every time she takes them away… he is becoming himself once again.
The pills sit in the bottle like a challenge. Are you good enough?, the ask. IS your mind whole? I’ve clawed my way away before. I can do it again. My dreams are my own tonight.
She took them, he thought. Why had she taken them? It wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t fair to her.
On the tableside of the bed she had once slept in, there were pills spilt everywhere. They were under the bed, in the covers. Surrounding the dead body that had once been the love of his life.
He picked them up and cried.
Pills are disgusting, but most people have to take them some time in their life. I tend to stray away from pain pills, but I do take them if the pain is terrible. Some pills are huge and they color makes them look unappetizing. I think colored pills are easier to take than brown or white ones.
pills are capsules filled with little worlds, like speculated books, the hobbit and heck where the bad kids go. bits of medicine and parts of highs where sober people go and happiness waits, only if your heart is open and your mind clustered with ideas and lovely little pieces of feelings worth rings and circles of thoughts that don’t leave but for a moment before circling once full again.
everyone has a few in their life, some we take in the morning. Some our people in our lives we have to deal with. More often then not they all help us in some way. keep us healthy, heal our body or just teach us some good patients.
She took the pills in her hand. They were small and completely innocent looking. How could these small objects mean the end of her? It’s almost incomprehensible. “This is how it has to be,” she thought.
One, two, three.
One after another he took them.
Maybe he shouldn’t.
Maybe someone cared.
But they didn’t, did they?
He’ll just take them and sleep, then he’ll never have problems again.
i started taking antidepressants last year. i feel a lot better about this. i used to feel confused, guilty. now i feel better. and i’m not sad anymore.
She’s tried thrice now. Drop Drop Drop. And was found again. Only to be told that she’d failed, failed everyone. I wish it was just something I was writing about.
addiction. medication. white and small or big and colorful. capsules. dry pills. bitter round things. though they offer hope to some, they are a menace to others. they can help and heal. they can ruin and damage. artificial.
take them eat them overdo them be careful. headache. but not heartache. tylenol. red caps blue caps. knock out. dayquil. too many. too little. yum for some.
The pills spilled inside the lady’s purse, and for a moment she had a radical thought about what would happen if she took them all at once. What a thrill.
I open my case and I see the spilt bottle. I pick them up. I feel like I am daydreaming. I am in the odd state that is i between dram -like wonder and unquestionable lucidity. Here goes. My eyes strain the read the fine print.
I wonder why my sweater has little pills on it. It is really bothersom! They make my sweater look old, like I have had it for a very long time. I should get one if those little hand held pill remover, if they even make them.
Pills. If you put the s at the beginning of the word, it makes spill. You could rearrange it again to make lisp with an extra l. Floating there. That’s how she felt; floating. She was floating, clinging to the little cotainer, woozy and motion-sick. Pill, spill, lisp..l.
Pills. This is almost perfect. After a night and day of romping around, pills are pefect. I’m so sore. I was sore, anyways. I guess the pills wore off. Stupid Tylenol. Only doing it’s job for a little bit. For four hours. And now the pain is back. But I’m a painslut, so does it really matter? It does when it doesn’t go away.
what women take to stop having babies they take them so there boobs will get bigger they can cry more and demand more from guys. They make ugly girls pretty and offers up a chance for getting some. Women know this and use it to get to guys
The things that go in your throat, the little drug capsules that we pay money for and use to feel different ways. The temptation, dangerous route, the avdentuous route, the scary route. Something unecessary but sometimes necessary
abuse. so much abuse. over dose. quinton died. he died. at 18. too fucking young to die that old. birth control pills. im on them. my boyfriend reminds me to take them every day. damnit i miss quinton, he never got to visit. ill regret not talking much to him.
A simple solution to complicated problems. Easy to get, easy to take, easy to depend on. Doctors give them out rather than heal, patients take them rather than find a true path to health.
Pills are what killed my aunt. She was in a lot of pain and her doctor prescribed vikadin to her. He prescribed too high of a dose, and she died because of it. My dad found her that night, and it crushed him. I was too weak to go to her funeral. I regret it. I miss her so much, you don’t even know. I hate pills.
jack and adderal. unhealthy, not necessary, over prescribed, scary, depression, thizzzz is what it is, gucci mane, rolling. changing of mind, life, attitude, outlook, physical features, health.
I’m so upset. The pills are gone. I’m an addict. The pills. Did I mention that they are gone? Gone gone gone. My mother is gone and my father is gone and my pills are gone. Who am I to judge why my pills have gone away? They’ve been seduced by another, with more wealth than I.
pills yummy pills colorful and tastey rather pricey though.. loritab and adderall have some have all.. lol take a sip and swallow them
She takes the pills from his hand. His bagged eyes and weakened body crumble in the exhaustion and desperation. He know he is getting stronger though. Every time he resists, every time she takes them away… he is becoming himself once again.
The pills sit in the bottle like a challenge. Are you good enough?, the ask. IS your mind whole? I’ve clawed my way away before. I can do it again. My dreams are my own tonight.
She took them, he thought. Why had she taken them? It wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t fair to her.
On the tableside of the bed she had once slept in, there were pills spilt everywhere. They were under the bed, in the covers. Surrounding the dead body that had once been the love of his life.
He picked them up and cried.
I’m on pills… pills pills pills.
blood pills pain pills, penis enlargement pills. Do you like pills? do you have pills? can I buy them?
why oh why, didnt I take the blue pill?
Pills are disgusting, but most people have to take them some time in their life. I tend to stray away from pain pills, but I do take them if the pain is terrible. Some pills are huge and they color makes them look unappetizing. I think colored pills are easier to take than brown or white ones.
pills are capsules filled with little worlds, like speculated books, the hobbit and heck where the bad kids go. bits of medicine and parts of highs where sober people go and happiness waits, only if your heart is open and your mind clustered with ideas and lovely little pieces of feelings worth rings and circles of thoughts that don’t leave but for a moment before circling once full again.
everyone has a few in their life, some we take in the morning. Some our people in our lives we have to deal with. More often then not they all help us in some way. keep us healthy, heal our body or just teach us some good patients.
She took the pills in her hand. They were small and completely innocent looking. How could these small objects mean the end of her? It’s almost incomprehensible. “This is how it has to be,” she thought.
One, two, three.
One after another he took them.
Maybe he shouldn’t.
Maybe someone cared.
But they didn’t, did they?
He’ll just take them and sleep, then he’ll never have problems again.
i started taking antidepressants last year. i feel a lot better about this. i used to feel confused, guilty. now i feel better. and i’m not sad anymore.
She’s tried thrice now. Drop Drop Drop. And was found again. Only to be told that she’d failed, failed everyone. I wish it was just something I was writing about.
addiction. medication. white and small or big and colorful. capsules. dry pills. bitter round things. though they offer hope to some, they are a menace to others. they can help and heal. they can ruin and damage. artificial.
take them eat them overdo them be careful. headache. but not heartache. tylenol. red caps blue caps. knock out. dayquil. too many. too little. yum for some.
The pills spilled inside the lady’s purse, and for a moment she had a radical thought about what would happen if she took them all at once. What a thrill.
the “FDA” approves too many of them
he took a handful
THUMP
i found him
lying on the kitchen floor
a tear collected in his eye
he said
“i just wanted to make the pain go away”
pills. Well you shouldn’t take too many. That’s called over doseing….. yupp
dont take to many, dont over does…. Thats how judy gralnd died, the lady from wizard of oz ya no with the ruby slippers??? yup thats her…
Pills.
I open my case and I see the spilt bottle. I pick them up. I feel like I am daydreaming. I am in the odd state that is i between dram -like wonder and unquestionable lucidity. Here goes. My eyes strain the read the fine print.
Oh God. What have I done.
Pills
I wonder why my sweater has little pills on it. It is really bothersom! They make my sweater look old, like I have had it for a very long time. I should get one if those little hand held pill remover, if they even make them.
something
medicine
crazy
chill
pill (singular)
Something you place in your mouth.
A drug.
Popping pills.
Doing pills.
Medication.
Chill pill
Pills. If you put the s at the beginning of the word, it makes spill. You could rearrange it again to make lisp with an extra l. Floating there. That’s how she felt; floating. She was floating, clinging to the little cotainer, woozy and motion-sick. Pill, spill, lisp..l.
Pills. This is almost perfect. After a night and day of romping around, pills are pefect. I’m so sore. I was sore, anyways. I guess the pills wore off. Stupid Tylenol. Only doing it’s job for a little bit. For four hours. And now the pain is back. But I’m a painslut, so does it really matter? It does when it doesn’t go away.
what women take to stop having babies they take them so there boobs will get bigger they can cry more and demand more from guys. They make ugly girls pretty and offers up a chance for getting some. Women know this and use it to get to guys
Take them. Let the drugs slide down your veins, and seep into your system. Relax………
Breathe.
Wow, where did the past seven hours go?
They cause more problems than they solve. But damn, the arrange of colors are hard to ignore.
The things that go in your throat, the little drug capsules that we pay money for and use to feel different ways. The temptation, dangerous route, the avdentuous route, the scary route. Something unecessary but sometimes necessary
Popping pills all day long. Yum yum.
pain. overdose and kill this monster inside. can’t get enough. Can’t numb this feeling inside.
over used by society.
One leads to happiness, one to sorrow.
One can save, one can kill.
Which one will you take?
abuse. so much abuse. over dose. quinton died. he died. at 18. too fucking young to die that old. birth control pills. im on them. my boyfriend reminds me to take them every day. damnit i miss quinton, he never got to visit. ill regret not talking much to him.
A simple solution to complicated problems. Easy to get, easy to take, easy to depend on. Doctors give them out rather than heal, patients take them rather than find a true path to health.
Pills are what killed my aunt. She was in a lot of pain and her doctor prescribed vikadin to her. He prescribed too high of a dose, and she died because of it. My dad found her that night, and it crushed him. I was too weak to go to her funeral. I regret it. I miss her so much, you don’t even know. I hate pills.
jack and adderal. unhealthy, not necessary, over prescribed, scary, depression, thizzzz is what it is, gucci mane, rolling. changing of mind, life, attitude, outlook, physical features, health.
there good for you if you sick. However, they can be deadly. Don’t be a pill poper, as you may die.
I know a story about pills, actually. It happened late one night in Londen, it did
I’m so upset. The pills are gone. I’m an addict. The pills. Did I mention that they are gone? Gone gone gone. My mother is gone and my father is gone and my pills are gone. Who am I to judge why my pills have gone away? They’ve been seduced by another, with more wealth than I.
The pills are gone.
My pills are gone.