One pill.
Because you gave me a headache.

Two pills.
Because the bruises you left, on my arm, are throbbing.

Three pills, four.
Because my stomach is a little bit cramped, from when you kicked me.

Five pills, six, seven.
Because the pills haven’t kicked in yet.

Eight, nine.
Because I need it to make me feel a little bit more numb. I hurt everywhere, beyond what it’s capable of numbing.

Ten, Eleven.. or is it twelve, now?
Because while I’m here, I might as well finish off most of the bottle.

Thirteen pills, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen..
Because while I’m at it, I might as well finish my life off.