The Pills Influence

Its easy to get lost in your own little world,
When you're in a state of total desolation.
It's not easy to escape this hopelessness,
The feeling of being totally alone,
With no way to feel loved, hated or anything.
Just in this tiny cocoon of numbness.

Little drops of sanity fall around you,
But to you they seem pointless in this hurricane,
This natural disaster that you created.

Well you fall out of your hypnosis,
They tell you it's all in your head.
That your little cocoon, your tiny castle,
Your barricade is a fake, and you are a liar.
You are making a fuss over nothing.
That nothing is my life, I'll have you know,
You shout, you scream, you cry...nothing works.

The pills are meant to make it better,
But all you feel is worse. The alcohol, the nicotine,
It's all failing to bring you any release.
This sixth sense of your eternity of angst.
Where does it end? Where do you turn?
When you're so easily lost in your own little world.