Pills To Kill The Same Pain.

Hand me a couple pills to pop to kill the pain,
Suffering through this again and again.
Oh it's killing me, and I continue to complain,
So you can hear it over and over, that it's still the same.

Same bullshit, just a different day now,
Same want of death; whispered in silent breath.
Oh just kill me now, destruct the pain somehow,
Give me a remedy to end this life I live simply because a vow.

You know how it goes, you heard it yesterday,
And you heard this Monday, and Sunday.
Because this never goes away; it never fades,
So don't you see I'd be better off dead today?

You don't need my petty lyrics and my rhymes,
The same old complaints as every other time.
I have no restraints, just the paper and pen,
That bound my prayers of freedom over again.

I f#cking wish you'd see the canvas I created with bliss,
With one magical kiss that continued to how it is.
You'd be in awe at the beauty I keep hidden away,
The scars I portray, that are slowly starting to fade.

Do you know how sick I am of this, this bullshit?
Probably, I'm complaining once again to you.
Maybe soon you'll see it's true, that I am blue,
Help me grant my death wish, you know I want you to.

I wanted you to for the past two years now,
Anyone could help me; any way; somehow.
It's a dream; a wish that I do silently scream,
Of how death would be sweeter than it seems.

Hand me a couple pills to pop to kill the pain,
For your sake, so you'll never hear me complain.

Sarah Gammon ©
10/25/05

Thanks for reading -xxx-.