Sixty Seven

I don't remember when was the last time I slept with someone. Never in my wildest dream would I imagine myself sleeping next to someone who's ingested a lot of painkillers to the point where they're close to falling off the edge. When they said they don't want me anymore, I would leave with no complaints. But that's besides the point. I never thought I would arrive to a conclusion that at some point I may have completely lost my mind over something that was not worth losing my mind over.