Deadly Medicine

In the bathroom cabinet I see
Bottles of pills calling out to me.

Sleepers, painkillers, more to spare;
My mind asks "Do you dare?"

A handful of each, down I swallow,
Numbing the pain in which I wallow.

I lay down my weary head
My worries gone, soon I'll be dead.

This is my spirit's retribution.
This is my deadly medication.