"It's just a pill."
That's what she tells herself as she swallows her happiness.
Her escape from reality.
Her death.
"One more won't hurt a thing,
I haven't taken much"
She has become so dependent.
Dependent on ruining her life.
"It's only one pill, what harm could it do?"
That excuse gets old.
Time's running out...
She can't hide her problems much longer.
They always fall for her fake smiles.
And when she says she's okay.
She's losing her faith, her grip, her mind.
She's losing hope in the things she once viewed as reasons for living.
