is almost always full of upsetting thoughts.
I have thoughts of the reactions I may get if I was to be found
one day on the bathroom floor, an entire box of codeine working
to destroy my respiratory system.
Of how my siblings will continue with their everyday lives, and
how my uncle will complain about the mess my spasming larynx has
I have thoughts of my dysfunctional family and how very little we
care for one another.
And at times, when I have run out of sadness and other bleak
emotions, I'll have no thoughts at all.