Pill Poem by ashley craddock

Do you ever feel sad?
Here take this pill,
Do you ever get mad?
Here's another pill,
Want to feel numb?
Take this pill,
Pill a daily routine,
Pills will fix everything,
Just to make the voices in your head to stop,
To make you imagine life as a world without pain,
Replace the razor blade with this pretty blue pill,
"This pill will make you feel better"
"This pill will make you happy"
"This pill will help you demons go away"
Lies that spill out of the mouth you watch,
Lies that they tell you that fill you will broken promises,
This pill.
This little blue pill,
Makes the the mask you hide behind heavier.
This little blue pill,
Make the demon's whisper the hate they have for me in my ear instead of it echoing in my brain.
This little blue pill,
Makes me crave the razor against my skin.
I have a war in my mind one side reaches for the promises,
the other for the razor.
"No more scars"
I tell myself
Replace it with art.
But wait the art has a price that you can't pay,
Worthless.
Useless.
Can i do anything right?
I cry for help.
Here blue isn't your color,
Let's try this little yellow pill.
New pill.
Same promises,
Different color.
Yellow will work,
Same as the blue.
My daily routine.
With this pill.
No more.