Count the Pills.

It's been 6 years of narcotics,
Each one pledging themselves to me,
This one will make you better,
This is 6 years of insincerity.
At first my hopes were high,
Not one has made me smile,
I thought that I'd get better,
It'd just take awhile,
But that was 56 different medications ago,
Where have we gone wrong?
Each one more powerful,
Each one more strong.
And I read the side effects,
Of every single pill,
Addiction, sudden death, more depressed,
I'm just going downhill,
They prescribe to me,
Everything I've been trying to fight,
This isn't what I wanted, this isn't right.
Now I have a problem,
I've never had before,
I'm addicted to the painless highs,
That is legal through the drugstore,
When I want some Vicadin, Codeine, Valium,
All I have to do is ask,
And I'll drown in them,
Like alcohol from a flask,
This isn't making me better,
I'm just getting deeper into my pain,
But I don't mind it at all,
I can't complain.
And I ignore that I have a problem,
I don't say a word,
Even if I did,
I wouldn't be heard.