Every day the edge of the serrated knife
Calls to me to help me unwind
I told the doctor
But he said I would be just fine
He gave me some pills to make my pain disappear
But the more that I take
Creates fear as I watch my own death inch near
How do you tell someone you feel like dying
As I dance with the devil
And everyone says to stop lying
Up the dosage
Make her choke them down
Cut after cut
These pills will calm you
You are not allowed to frown
Dazed and confused
Feeling like I don’t know where I am
My friends say just enjoy that made up land
Paranoia sinks in
Doubting my thoughts as I stumble
Just trying to stand
Spinning through the echoes of laughter
As I create my very own disaster
Stop making it worse
My family sings
When all I’m screaming is I want my own hearse
It’s that time again
Up the dosage
Make her choke them down
Cut after cut
These pills will calm you
You are not allowed to frown
Being strangled by depression as I lay in bed
Effortlessly not letting the light in
Unable to feel anything real
I ignore the frantic knocks on my bedroom door
People expect me to miraculously heal
I pray to the angels and make my final deal
I am nothing
Today is my day
One pill
One cut at a time
Taking the doctors grimful advice
Empty bottle covered in blood
Cold hands
Finally I can breath again
The doctor said they raised the dosage to fast
I am now a memory
Just there happy ghost of the past
To many pills
I let myself slowly drowned out the frowns.
Brandy Lawson
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