I used to brag about the fact that I couldn't swallow pills
even the little orange ones, half the size of my pinky nail, I couldn't do
But now I realize you can do anything if you need it badly enough

"I just don't understand, he seemed like such a nice man!"
I understand
We can do anything
Be the murderer, the mutilator, the savior, the silent
If we need it enough

No, this isn't a happy poem, but neither is life
It's more than just darkness too
More of a whispered warning to hold on tight

That you decide what you need
That you have the power of choice
over what you'll do and where it will lead

I can't tell you what's right
Only remind you
with five words
that you are in charge of your life

*If you need it enough