I swallowed all the pills in the bottle. That was not my original plan, but I took one and it didn’t help. So I took another. And another. Three. Four. Five. I lost count after that. That was about 20 minutes ago. I haven’t taken one in… 20 minutes. But the good news is… the headache is
Lindsey
Pills, red ones, blue ones, little ones, big ones. I like to call it party mix. I actually have never taken anything stronger than an aspirin.
Mary
She popped them one right after the other. Her life was over anyways why not make it end faster. As she was sinking into the blackness, she saw it. She saw the picture of him and her happy and it made her thankful she was going back to him tonight.
Kali
Pills are not something that I’ve ever given a fuck about, but I guess that to some people they are life. or death. and that works too, though it really shouldn’t-so much harm or health in a little cylinder, what will man think of next? I don’t know, but god I’m afraid.
Caitlin
Kevin clutched his chest and in a raspy murmur begged, “Myyyy pilllls! My Pilllsssss!!!”
Sofia thought of all the times he had come home drunk and forced her to play Charades into the wee hour of the morning, despite her tortured protests. She eyed the bottle in her hand and laughed.
“I’m going to prescribe you some pills.” He said, as nonchalantly as if he had just asked me about the weather. He tells me that I’m suffering from an anxiety disorder that stemmed from my PTSD. Lately I can’t sleep more than 2 hours a day. I wouldn’t eat if I didn’t have to. I can’t remember anything before about age 16 and still things after that are fuzzy. I’m an introvert to the max. I don’t talk if I don’t have to but when I do I can get very emotional – I can go from screaming to bawling in 0.37 seconds. I get stressed out over miniscule things and get really angry at myself if I do anything less than perfect. He says all of these are aspects of the anxiety disorder and that the antidepressants he’s giving me are going to fix it all. But I don’t believe him. How could a pill fix all of that?
Drugs..that is what I am thinking of now. So sad that I can’t think of pills without thinking of substance abuse or an overdose. That’s the world today I guess. Yep. Pills. Drugs are bad.
Rebekah
Pills are so easy. So easy for me to swallow and so easy to take to numb the pain. I honestly believe I should buy stock in Exedrin because they have saved me from so many headaches. Literally.
Ally
pills are things you take when you are sad. sometimes you can get to the brink without going over the edge.
sometimes you can take them when you’re in a lot of pain
i’m allergic to vicadin.
or however it’s spelled
i found that out when i broke my ankle
i liked oxy though
suicidal nightmares. pain relief. I lack the discipline to say ‘no” when a percoset is offered, despite my history of drug abuse. Sadness. Misery. Unhappiness. Fleeting bliss and blissful apathy. For some reason, squirrels. Death and decay.
Brandon H.
Pills are what makes the world go round. They are large, small, black, white, blue, and pink. Everyone takes them, most of the time without asking. But what if there was a pill that trumped them all? What if one pill could change your life? Would you take it? I wouldn’t…. or would I? Pills are small, harmless even. but they can hurt.
Margie
They are the little bobbles on a jumper; the ones created when you rub a hand or a something else on wool. I noticed the pulls when I was washing. I hadn’t been running my hands down your jumper so who was it? That pure yellow pile was now full of pills. You are at it again. Where are my pills?
i want to take as many pills as i can at the moment. drown out the thoughts, the pain… and most importantly drown out all that i’ve become lately. maybe when i wake up, that’s IF i wake up, i will wake up as something new… arise from the ashes like a phoenix. that’s how i would like things to play out…
as if.
Safa Tarik
Today is my birthday. I’ve realized that I spent all of this time being super excited and hyping up what this day actually means. It just makes me sad that today I laid in my bed all day ignoring any sort of life and responsibility and just slept. It makes Tuesday seem more sweet — the day I’m starting pills for depression.
are what kills the little me inside dies and I wonder why….but the timer is still going up this nose that im blowing aint neva gonna quit it cuz
Homskillz
She poured the pills into her mouth hoping for her roommate to storm in and save the days. Ten seconds went by and no one came. With a gulp of orange juice she washed down her death and waited. She took a few steps to the shower and turned it on. Soothing, she cried.
Jill
Oh Dear- what we do without pills? We’d be crazy, tired, jitty, bloated, headachy, congested, hot flashy, pained, achy breaky, constipated, and generally whack-a-doodle. What else do I need to say?
Pills come in all different colors. Pills are usually used to fight pain. Isn’t that odd, that we pop a pill to get rid of pain? Do you think that’s healthy, at least thinking of it mentally? We’re becoming weaker, we can’t handle suffering so we prescribe it away. I know that I can’t handle a headache; I will take Advil constantly.
Zefan
People take so many pills for the stupidest things. If you think about it, people never needed this many pills back in the day. Maybe for serious things, but now we have disorders that are not really disorders. I’m not sure if it’s because people are pansies or if it’s the pharmaceutical companies. Sometimes symptoms of the pill are worse than the affliction the pill is supposed to cure.
Emily
Pills, ah what a wonder. They do so many things for us. They cure sickness, they incite ecstasy, they soften depression, they can end our lives. Pills are for the ill and for the sick. But if you ingest too many you better act quick.
Jonathan Kim
ruined my relationship and i will never be with someone who does them every agai, or surround myself with that.
dani
It was a cold December morning. I sat in despair as i opened the medicine cabinet of my mother’s bathroom. There they were, in that orange plastic bottle. I knew right then that i could just end everything.
Christine
i take them all the time.. they make me feel better about my pathetic excuse of a life.. my friends say that i have an addiction.. I say that I know how to cope.. They aren’t always prescribed.. and sometimes i have to steal them.. but its worth it.
Erica Grogg
same time
eveyday
like clock work
it works to pause internal clocks
stop ticking
time never slows though
it blows.
What? Why am I always writing about pills? Is this fucking program trying to tell me something? Should I take more? Stop taking them? Take different ones? You gotta be more specific people. If the universe is trying to feed me answers to life right now, it really should be doing it a little more bluntly, because to be honest, it’s too late for me to figure this shit out on my own.
Z
Pills. things that are used for good but also for bad. they reuin lives but save them. they are distructive but can heal as well. they can put lives back together or destroy them. they are things that can work both ways.
sydney
pills are good for when you’re sleepy or when you have a headached you have to take them with water some are big some are little some are white some are capsuls some are gels you can take illegal pills or legal pills and sometimes they make you really happy but sometimes there are things in them that you didn’t mean to take and sometimes pills can kill you sometimes people try to kill themselves with pills but it usually doesn’t work and is only a cry for attention not actually an attempt at death.
dani
pills. haha I’m on pills right now. Well, no, I guess they’ve worn off by now, havent they? I would like it better if they were still working, to be honest. I hate that I have to be controlled by pills, but at least I can accept it. I need them to think, I need them to be happy. It’s pathetic but true. Without them, I feel like this, angry, alone, sad, everything at once.
Z
pillls. i love em. jk i hate them. i wrote about them like five minutes ago. i could always take them. my brother couldn’t he hated that i could though. i practiced with tic tacs. the orange kind of course.
Such a simply spelled word with such dark or lifegiving consequences. Ecstasy can end up ending a person’s life, while a carefully constructed cocktail of HIV meds can prolonging one’s. 4 letters, two of which are twins.
Pills slip, lips spill pits of the tip top hits. Lights smite the fame in the name game. Pills.
Daniel Zhou
if i had pills i would swallow them. i would feel inclined to allow them to fulfill their basic purpose, even if it obstructed my basic purpose.
Patrick
make you happy. make you sad. build a dependancy. disillusioned. pain free. reality free.
sickness.
Brittanae Carey
round therapy, expensive, confusing, killers when mixed, the new high, the odorless preferred drug of choice for kids these days, scary addicting for some, crutch for others, necessary?
Mike
Pills. Immediate negative connotation. You think drugs. Ecstasy. But they don’t have to be all dark and Slytherin. A cocktail made to help prolong the life of someone who has HIV. That’s good, right? Maybe even something as simple as helping someone who has a cold sleep at night. Nyquil: the miracle drug, anyone?
Olivia
He looked down at the bottle with a timid gaze, hazel flickering against the crackling fire he had started a few minutes ago. Should he? That was the question he had been asking himself for nearly a year. It had eaten at his very being until he couldn’t take it anymore, and this is how he got to this very moment, holding this little orange prescription bottle in scarred up hands.
:)
Addiction and sick people. me, hospitals, death, death, death, death, inevitability, I and my allergies, no hope, just old age.
Sarah
I don’t want to be on pills. i hate that my mood is determined by medicine. I like that i don’t have to take them anymore. i’m proud of myself that i am not on any anymore. but it was a hard journey to stop.
julie
Pills are pretty bad ass. You swallow those bad boys and your stomach absorbs them like some form of boss. Generally associated with illicit drugs, they also make you feel really good. You can re-arrange the word into ‘spill’. That’s pretty neat, hey? I wish I had some McDonalds :( LOLLOLOL
Brandonius Kempus
I think pills can either save or destroy people. Our brains rely on certain chemicals, and it’s like sometimes those aren’t produced the right amount naturally–pills help that, but they can become a dependency. They can be abused, too, like anything can. So is it better to be better off on your own, or dependent but capable?
I swallowed all the pills in the bottle. That was not my original plan, but I took one and it didn’t help. So I took another. And another. Three. Four. Five. I lost count after that. That was about 20 minutes ago. I haven’t taken one in… 20 minutes. But the good news is… the headache is
Pills, red ones, blue ones, little ones, big ones. I like to call it party mix. I actually have never taken anything stronger than an aspirin.
She popped them one right after the other. Her life was over anyways why not make it end faster. As she was sinking into the blackness, she saw it. She saw the picture of him and her happy and it made her thankful she was going back to him tonight.
Pills are not something that I’ve ever given a fuck about, but I guess that to some people they are life. or death. and that works too, though it really shouldn’t-so much harm or health in a little cylinder, what will man think of next? I don’t know, but god I’m afraid.
Kevin clutched his chest and in a raspy murmur begged, “Myyyy pilllls! My Pilllsssss!!!”
Sofia thought of all the times he had come home drunk and forced her to play Charades into the wee hour of the morning, despite her tortured protests. She eyed the bottle in her hand and laughed.
“I’m going to prescribe you some pills.” He said, as nonchalantly as if he had just asked me about the weather. He tells me that I’m suffering from an anxiety disorder that stemmed from my PTSD. Lately I can’t sleep more than 2 hours a day. I wouldn’t eat if I didn’t have to. I can’t remember anything before about age 16 and still things after that are fuzzy. I’m an introvert to the max. I don’t talk if I don’t have to but when I do I can get very emotional – I can go from screaming to bawling in 0.37 seconds. I get stressed out over miniscule things and get really angry at myself if I do anything less than perfect. He says all of these are aspects of the anxiety disorder and that the antidepressants he’s giving me are going to fix it all. But I don’t believe him. How could a pill fix all of that?
Drugs..that is what I am thinking of now. So sad that I can’t think of pills without thinking of substance abuse or an overdose. That’s the world today I guess. Yep. Pills. Drugs are bad.
Pills are so easy. So easy for me to swallow and so easy to take to numb the pain. I honestly believe I should buy stock in Exedrin because they have saved me from so many headaches. Literally.
pills are things you take when you are sad. sometimes you can get to the brink without going over the edge.
sometimes you can take them when you’re in a lot of pain
i’m allergic to vicadin.
or however it’s spelled
i found that out when i broke my ankle
i liked oxy though
suicidal nightmares. pain relief. I lack the discipline to say ‘no” when a percoset is offered, despite my history of drug abuse. Sadness. Misery. Unhappiness. Fleeting bliss and blissful apathy. For some reason, squirrels. Death and decay.
Pills are what makes the world go round. They are large, small, black, white, blue, and pink. Everyone takes them, most of the time without asking. But what if there was a pill that trumped them all? What if one pill could change your life? Would you take it? I wouldn’t…. or would I? Pills are small, harmless even. but they can hurt.
They are the little bobbles on a jumper; the ones created when you rub a hand or a something else on wool. I noticed the pulls when I was washing. I hadn’t been running my hands down your jumper so who was it? That pure yellow pile was now full of pills. You are at it again. Where are my pills?
i want to take as many pills as i can at the moment. drown out the thoughts, the pain… and most importantly drown out all that i’ve become lately. maybe when i wake up, that’s IF i wake up, i will wake up as something new… arise from the ashes like a phoenix. that’s how i would like things to play out…
as if.
Today is my birthday. I’ve realized that I spent all of this time being super excited and hyping up what this day actually means. It just makes me sad that today I laid in my bed all day ignoring any sort of life and responsibility and just slept. It makes Tuesday seem more sweet — the day I’m starting pills for depression.
are what kills the little me inside dies and I wonder why….but the timer is still going up this nose that im blowing aint neva gonna quit it cuz
She poured the pills into her mouth hoping for her roommate to storm in and save the days. Ten seconds went by and no one came. With a gulp of orange juice she washed down her death and waited. She took a few steps to the shower and turned it on. Soothing, she cried.
Oh Dear- what we do without pills? We’d be crazy, tired, jitty, bloated, headachy, congested, hot flashy, pained, achy breaky, constipated, and generally whack-a-doodle. What else do I need to say?
Pills come in all different colors. Pills are usually used to fight pain. Isn’t that odd, that we pop a pill to get rid of pain? Do you think that’s healthy, at least thinking of it mentally? We’re becoming weaker, we can’t handle suffering so we prescribe it away. I know that I can’t handle a headache; I will take Advil constantly.
People take so many pills for the stupidest things. If you think about it, people never needed this many pills back in the day. Maybe for serious things, but now we have disorders that are not really disorders. I’m not sure if it’s because people are pansies or if it’s the pharmaceutical companies. Sometimes symptoms of the pill are worse than the affliction the pill is supposed to cure.
Pills, ah what a wonder. They do so many things for us. They cure sickness, they incite ecstasy, they soften depression, they can end our lives. Pills are for the ill and for the sick. But if you ingest too many you better act quick.
ruined my relationship and i will never be with someone who does them every agai, or surround myself with that.
It was a cold December morning. I sat in despair as i opened the medicine cabinet of my mother’s bathroom. There they were, in that orange plastic bottle. I knew right then that i could just end everything.
i take them all the time.. they make me feel better about my pathetic excuse of a life.. my friends say that i have an addiction.. I say that I know how to cope.. They aren’t always prescribed.. and sometimes i have to steal them.. but its worth it.
same time
eveyday
like clock work
it works to pause internal clocks
stop ticking
time never slows though
it blows.
What? Why am I always writing about pills? Is this fucking program trying to tell me something? Should I take more? Stop taking them? Take different ones? You gotta be more specific people. If the universe is trying to feed me answers to life right now, it really should be doing it a little more bluntly, because to be honest, it’s too late for me to figure this shit out on my own.
Pills. things that are used for good but also for bad. they reuin lives but save them. they are distructive but can heal as well. they can put lives back together or destroy them. they are things that can work both ways.
pills are good for when you’re sleepy or when you have a headached you have to take them with water some are big some are little some are white some are capsuls some are gels you can take illegal pills or legal pills and sometimes they make you really happy but sometimes there are things in them that you didn’t mean to take and sometimes pills can kill you sometimes people try to kill themselves with pills but it usually doesn’t work and is only a cry for attention not actually an attempt at death.
pills. haha I’m on pills right now. Well, no, I guess they’ve worn off by now, havent they? I would like it better if they were still working, to be honest. I hate that I have to be controlled by pills, but at least I can accept it. I need them to think, I need them to be happy. It’s pathetic but true. Without them, I feel like this, angry, alone, sad, everything at once.
pillls. i love em. jk i hate them. i wrote about them like five minutes ago. i could always take them. my brother couldn’t he hated that i could though. i practiced with tic tacs. the orange kind of course.
Such a simply spelled word with such dark or lifegiving consequences. Ecstasy can end up ending a person’s life, while a carefully constructed cocktail of HIV meds can prolonging one’s. 4 letters, two of which are twins.
Pills slip, lips spill pits of the tip top hits. Lights smite the fame in the name game. Pills.
if i had pills i would swallow them. i would feel inclined to allow them to fulfill their basic purpose, even if it obstructed my basic purpose.
make you happy. make you sad. build a dependancy. disillusioned. pain free. reality free.
sickness.
round therapy, expensive, confusing, killers when mixed, the new high, the odorless preferred drug of choice for kids these days, scary addicting for some, crutch for others, necessary?
Pills. Immediate negative connotation. You think drugs. Ecstasy. But they don’t have to be all dark and Slytherin. A cocktail made to help prolong the life of someone who has HIV. That’s good, right? Maybe even something as simple as helping someone who has a cold sleep at night. Nyquil: the miracle drug, anyone?
He looked down at the bottle with a timid gaze, hazel flickering against the crackling fire he had started a few minutes ago. Should he? That was the question he had been asking himself for nearly a year. It had eaten at his very being until he couldn’t take it anymore, and this is how he got to this very moment, holding this little orange prescription bottle in scarred up hands.
Addiction and sick people. me, hospitals, death, death, death, death, inevitability, I and my allergies, no hope, just old age.
I don’t want to be on pills. i hate that my mood is determined by medicine. I like that i don’t have to take them anymore. i’m proud of myself that i am not on any anymore. but it was a hard journey to stop.
Pills are pretty bad ass. You swallow those bad boys and your stomach absorbs them like some form of boss. Generally associated with illicit drugs, they also make you feel really good. You can re-arrange the word into ‘spill’. That’s pretty neat, hey? I wish I had some McDonalds :( LOLLOLOL
I think pills can either save or destroy people. Our brains rely on certain chemicals, and it’s like sometimes those aren’t produced the right amount naturally–pills help that, but they can become a dependency. They can be abused, too, like anything can. So is it better to be better off on your own, or dependent but capable?