I feel dark,
Took half a pill,
To make the pain go away,
No works, for the wicked.
"Takes time" she says,
Some reason, i don't believe it.
Walked home, no tears available,
Made a coffee, still nothing.
Sat down Infront of my desk, wishing for tears. But still nothing comes for me.
The day dawns near, where I'll find myself drowning, towards a place of pain.
I sing songs to try and keep the light at bay.
I keep busy, to occupy my mind.
Some days are better than others,
Some are sick and happy,
Or depressed and dead.
It's 17:40, here.
I should go and make some dinner,
But i can't.
No motivation.
No energy.
No nothing here.
My mind is clouded.
So i don't eat.
I don't eat at all.
I won't eat.
I'll go to bed, wait for morning to come.
And take another pill,
Live the day just the same.
And over and over again.
I go.
What's to look forward too?
Pills,
Why, do i need to take them?
I've been wanting them for months now,
And now?
I'm on them, and i don't see why.
I guess i know that they will take time to kick in.
But, i worried that I'll stop, because they're not showing any signs of change in my mood.
Time is heading slowly ahead,
I glance at the clock,
I just want to hide under my sheets.
Call in for work,
Say I'm too sick to get out of bed.
I know that i can't.
I can't do that!
Doesn't help me, stop thinking that!
I guess I'll go make dinner,
Go to bed,
Wake up,
Take a pill,
And go to work!
And repeat!
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