Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Pills II

These brigh coloured pills,
Made to make me feel so nice,
Have become just another,
Complexing torture device,
Brought straight to me,
By the man in white coat,
Selling me his promises,
Of fraudulent hope,
I take them all daily,
Throw them deep into my core,
I wonder if I would be well,
If I took 60 or so more?
I'm saving them up now,
Bottles line the empty shelves,
Tired of trying to rely on you,
To save me from myself,
Won't wake up in the morning,
Can't take another day,
Of swallowing pills that make me,
Grow colder with each passing day

1 comment:

  1. I love this! You are amazing, girl!! This is a great follow up to "Pills". Very well written. Love you, girl! ~k