The rain, it pours,
you sit on the curb.
Head in your hands,
"pop those pills, girl."

You want to resist,
but the voices insist.
"Do it!" they scream,
with a soft kiss.

And so you do,
swallow with ease.
The pills dissolve inside you,
distorting everything you see.

You stumble off the curb,
falling hard to the pavement.
A tear softly falls,
you're going insane, again.

Lift yourself off the ground,
you will be strong.
Pull yourself together,
and push through the fog.

You will be loved,
someone will come along,
but only if you keep fighting,
only if you stay strong.