I swallowed the pills
As they soon dissolved, easing my pain.
Erasing the past and blocking the future 
Taking me on a trip of happiness and joy.
Dosed, on what feels like magic
Yet I'm blinded of what may come.
I feel like I'm flying; like a bird in the sky.
I guess this is how it feels, to be overly high.
Hour's have past but it feels like just minutes 
I'm hungry and tired, 
I think I‘ve reached my limit.
My mother is yelling, 
The cops she's telling.
So away I go, for thirty days
Planned my death, at least 100 different ways.
But soon I'll be out
I'll change; theirs no doubt.
I've been off the pills for a few weeks
But I've started the powder, 
If I don't have any I'll freak, 
But I'll die in an hour.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem