Pills and pills slide down my throat, it’s for my safety, I suppose. But maybe it isn’t, maybe pills and pills slide down my throat and it’s for their safety, for the people around me.
Because when pills and pills slide down my throat, they don’t have to see me suffer. But if pills and pills slide down my throat and it’s all for them, what does that mean for me? As for I will still suffer.
Even though pills and pills slide down my throat, I will still feel the consequences, the lack of energy, the dark thoughts. You know, they said that when pills and pills slide down my throat things would be better, feel better.
And even though pills and pills slide down my throat, I don’t feel better and things have certainly taken a turn for the worse. I didn’t feel so bad and things weren’t so terrible before pills— all those pills and pills sliding down my throat.
But if I take those pills and pills away, will I feel better or do I just need more of those pills and pills sliding down my throat? Messing with my body, more consequences every time. Oh those pills and pills sliding down my throat, supposed to make me better.
But what are they really for, those pills and pills sliding down my throat, cause they really don’t seem to do the job they have been assigned. So there they come, more pills and pills slide down my throat, just in the tiny sliver of hope that these will help, solve my problem.
So that I’ll eventually have less pills and pills sliding down my throat.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
In the quiet of the night, when darkness whispers near, A battle rages deep within, unseen by those who care. The shadows speak of ending, of finding sweet release, Yet in my heart, a voice resounds, a plea for inner peace.
Courage isn’t loud, it doesn’t always roar, Sometimes it’s a whisper, a knock upon my door. A gentle push to stay, to see another day, To find the strength within me, to keep the dark at bay.
Each morning is a victory, each breath a hard-won fight, In the face of haunting thoughts, I seek the smallest light. Resilience grows in silence, in battles fought alone, A testament to strength, in moments rarely shown.
I talk to my reflection, to the eyes that bear the pain, Reminding them of worth, of what there is to gain. “You are more than shadows, more than darkened skies, You hold a world of purpose, within those tear-streaked eyes.”
The road is often lonely, the climb steep and long, Yet within my soul, a melody, a half-remembered song. A song of hope and future, of dreams yet to be, A promise of the beauty, in what my life can be.
When thoughts of ending surface, when despair takes its hold, I summon up my courage, let my inner strength unfold. For every tear that’s fallen, for every silent scream, I anchor to the knowledge, that life is worth the dream.
The strength to stay is quiet, it’s found in every breath, In choosing life and love, in stepping back from death. It’s in the daily struggle, the moments of reprieve, In finding joy in small things, in learning to believe.
I find my worth in kindness, in love I give and share, In the laughter of a friend, in moments free of care. My purpose is in living, in taking one more stride, In knowing I am valued, with nothing left to hide.
So here’s to all the warriors, who fight the silent fight, Who choose to stay each day, who seek the healing light. For in the act of staying, a courage fierce and true, We find our strength within us, and life begins anew.
The strength to stay is powerful, a force that’s deep and strong, It’s in the heart’s resilience, in finding where we belong. With each step taken forward, with every new day’s start, We build a life worth living, with courage in our heart.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC