Hit the bottom hard,
hit the bottom hard you will
to where those pills once filled its full capacity.
Drink it down with a shot of dismay and curiosity.
Look round
and watch the sadness consume.
Don't the walls talk when they get like this?
Step outside and breathe
the Autumn air,
hate for caring, forget that it happened.
Watch the stars switch around.
Let this be as your sign, you've taken too much.
Tonight, you should forget where you hid those pills inside you.
I may be here,
but I should be there with you.
Sept. 17th, 2008