Prescription Pills

There is only so much one person can take
before their heart and soul eventually break
too rough of a life, too much on their plate
situations increasing, they just want to escape
they pray to god for tomorrow to be a better day
next day nothing changes and they wonder why they prayed
they turn to a doctor, they can't do it on their own
prescription pills having their mind blown
better than facing the world alone
they keep swallowing them down
hoping it will turn their emotions around
meanwhile hoping it doesn't take their hearts pound
forget happiness, they are numbness bound
hoping to be dead to the world, at least for now
they are wishing that their people in their life
that say they love them and want to do right
would take into consideration the constant fight
that they struggle with, the demon inside their mind
each passing second, filling their lifes time
with these negative emotions of the worst kind.
they wont shoot up or snort a line
but they will swallow these pills that are prescribed


they keep swallowing them down
they dont care if they kill
looking for a turn around
within these bottles of pills.


Billions of people within this world
not one of them can soothe this girl
only non human can, like the klonopin
xanax,geodon and the wellbutrin.
take a look at her desk there are many more
next to her school books there are pills galore
she feels like she can't live alone
without any one else home
so she takes these pills right to the dome
no more sadness or anger she is stone
thats what she wanted though
no more depression or sorrow
this strength is borrowed
and she will steal it again tomorrow
the best part of her days
are when at home she stays
so drugged up she can't even say
what shes feeling, whats tearing her up inside
now she can look someone straight in the eye
and lie..tell them everything is fine.



she keeps swallowing them down
she doesn't care if they kill.
shes looking for a turn around
within her bottles of pills.


I am so sick of being degraded
all I am left with is hatred
i am six degrees of seperation
from my own happiness and sanity
so these pills are my only stability
it takes away all sense of who i have grown to be
someone who secludes her self, suicidally
as to avoid the hurt and the pain
thats already there, so its all in vain
never to escape it no matter the strain
i put on myself, its destroying my brain
I cant find a way to let go of what was done
its to a point every where i go my pills are brung
i bury myself in lyrics that have already been sung
in hopes to connect with someone, from a far
but i can't so i'm stuck to writing my own bars
it takes away some of these emotions
but not near as much as the motion
of swallowing these pills, that leave me with the notion
that is all that I have left, to force me to stay alive
and survive through these turbulent times.

So I keep swallowing them down.
I dont seem to care if they kill.
I am looking for a turn around
within a bottle of these pills.