She took the pills to ease the pain,
to make herself invisible.
A purer way than pierced vein,
and consequence less visible.
She took the pills to cease her trial,
a course to stunt the throe,
toilsome to hold a pseudo smile,
yet easier than crimson flow.
She took the pills to blur the sting,
to end her wretched life,
towards the drain, around the ring,
a plughole, red with strife.
She took the pills to ease the pain,
so that she herself could become invisible.
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