Another Pill
The doctor prescribes me another pill,
to calm me,
to try and mask my depression,
to fix my pain,
it's the 4th pill,
none have worked,
they only make me angry,
or make me completly numb,
physically and emotionally,
i feel like a zombie,
yet the pain,
it never goes away,
the suicidal thoughts,
are always there,
so why take them,
my problems,
my issues,
they will always be there,
so why bother with pills,
cutting,
or life in general.
10-11-11
Copyright © Jyn Cooper | Year Posted 2011
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