Alone and laid to rest is just a saying As rest is never quite achieved And loneliness is impossible when doubts chatter constantly
She wonders if she took her pills today Then remembers that in her encapsulated state Medication is no longer prescribed And pharmacies aren`t open this far underground
The Doctors wished her well or so she thought As she waved goodbye and walked out of their offices Holding signed papers that promised mental stability While delivering only a sense of such an achievement
The final straw was sucked too dry To chase the gifts the papers offered
The bottles laid empty upon the floor Next to a body that only seemed to have stopped breathing
They found her too many days later Photos, ids and boxes of memories surrounded Yet it seemed no one could identify her remains
She lays buried amongst soldiers killed in battle Underneath a tombstone that simply says "unknown " And wonders if she took her pills yet today
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