Pills

Pills.
Pills.
Pills.
Pop one,
Two,
Three,
Ten,
Sixteen.
Done.
Now all I have to do is wait.
But I'm going to school,
What if they can tell?
What if they suspect something?
They wont, no, they cant…
Ive never done this before,
They wouldn't know.
But as I sit on this bus I think,
And the more it think, the more my head spins,
And then the thoughts all drown in my head.
As I get up to face my biggest fear,
I cant even stand for long.
So I run to the door and then slam my books down,
As I sit right there on the floor.
My boyfriend asks if I'm OK,
I tell him yes of course.
I would never in a million years expect,
That he would have to go home in tears later…
But now I knew that I had to do this,
I had to tell my friend.
If not then I may have very well been as good as dead.
And here she comes,
A virgin to my new stories,
As I show her my arms all cut.
Then I tell her what I did and then you know the rest…
What a jagged little pill
What a jagged little pill
Pills
Pills
Pills.
Pop one,
Two,
Three,
Ten,
Sixteen.
Done.
Gone.
Dead,
Hopefully god will understand.