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Jun 2019
You say these pills will help me
But you don’t know just how
You say these pills will save me
But I don’t trust you now
How could you call it saving
When I still feel I’m dying
I know you want to help
But I can tell you’re lying
And I lie here bleeding out
Bleeding drops of hope
You plead just one more pill
One more pill and I can cope

I held on for one more pill
Then more and more and more
Now I don’t see how pills
Could change what’s in my core
Each pill comes with its own
Plethora of pains
You don’t know the torment
Of erosion in your brain
I just want you to know
It’s so hard to be strong
You swore these pills would work by now
It kills me that you’re wrong
Written by
Vellichor
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