Day Two Off Meds

I’ll park my car in the middle of the turnpike right before exit 13. I’ll stare into the rain and throw my backpack into the road. I’ll chug all the Zoloft & sprinkle it with Xanax. Carbamazepine for dessert and I’ll take a walk and see how far I can go before I collapse on the ground. How would my body look after being in the rain for hours? Would anyone come to look for me? What about graduation? What about the future purposes of being the doctor I intended to be? What about those over due assignments that are really due today because I’ll fail? What about the final drink with my friends? What about the hug from my only parent? What about you? The unfortunate part of wanting to die, is not the depression, but all that you leave behind when you give your last breathe.