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In the Little Orange Bottle (Poetry by GalaxyRat)
He handed me a little orange bottle, he smiled and said,
"Ivy, dont you worry... have these pills and all your problems will disappear,"
I had no idea they could poison me like lead.
I took them home, swallowed them, say,
I was only sixteen at the time,
I had no idea I wouldn't make it through the day.
I craved that high, and took some more pills,
Boy howdy, how I wished for more!
My stomach churned like a cotton mill.
"Hunger," I muttered, and reached for the fridge,
I picked up some bread,
Thinking where my drugs would fit in.
I sat down to a hearty dinner,
All my problems seemed to disappear,
I felt slightly thinner.
I went to bed with a swig of my father's beer,
the beer he told me I couldn't have,
But I felt good, I could handle his fear.
I fell alseep, had dream upon dream,
but when I woke up,
It was dark all around, like a nightmare, not a dream.
The doctors later said it was a drug overdose.
Happiness comes at a bad price.
Especially when you need it the most.