The Pill

Maybe it won’t work Maybe it will O which is worse The sadness or the pill? Its been three years Since it all fell apart Since the faced of fears Realized its too hard Without help Give myself hell Just to save face Just to lay And maybe never Get up again And I’ve been counting Keeping Track incorrectly Of how long it’s been ok Without it But I’m subtracting Its been way too long Almost too far gone Ran myself down Til I feel nothing Til I Feel unimportant Feel I’m not worth it. Feel I can’t do it Without it Now maybe that’s ok Not a happy pill Or a miracle Doesn’t change Or make it all go away I’m just tired Of coping Alone it Hurts Was it worth it To save face When they may have understood anyway