Headache from the night in jail
Only faked drunk outside the bar
So he could fight
And lose.
They shoved him in the back of the car;
He cried all the way to the station,
Went silent when they arrived.
Shivered on the floor
Dark concrete for a dark heart
Hating the grey
Inside
It's not snowing outside.
His torn shoulder told him so
There were no windows.
Begged through the bars
For his SSRIs
Just one. Just needed one.
Wasn't believed
They thought it was E
Only a few letters off...
Downed the whole bottle one week later
Shivered, with a headache
Until nearly midnight.
Friends came home at two
Knew he was usually awake
Wondered if he was sick
(he would have barely smiled,
if they only knew)
Found him over 104
Unconscious and rigid
The clear yellow bottle
Had rolled under the bed
They picked his body up
To take him to the hospital
To take him home.
They did.
He died of a seizure
In their arms.
Adding your comment:
what a sad life this young boy must have had for him to fake drunk to lose a fight and then endure overnight jail and seizure - poetically brillant this is a fantastic poem 
