Open, POP CLICK POP
Open, POP CLICK POP
Open, POP CLICK DEAD.

Life is fleeting,
it leaves you in one quick motion.
Your so numb you can't feel any emotion.
The pills are setting in
you smile because you think this is the end.

Nothing,

you wake up the next morning with a killer head ache.
You look at the bottle emotions pouring back in a wake.
The familiar numbness is missing
and here you are tears forming at the eyes hoping,
wishing.

The pills are all gone
your at wits end.
Then you remember you have little friend
You pull it out from its dark hiding spot.
Fumbling for the bullets in a moment of distraught
You take the barel put it to you head
and count to three
1
2
3
and then your Dead.

I'm mentally ill
so i'm given more than one pill
to change how I feel

Living in this mental house
Find the cure and poisoned mouse

Barred up windows and no escape
Padded walls that do not break

Line up the crazies all in the room
Out of order with violent doom

Swallow the pill, the nurse once said
Disobey and punishment another one fed

Tied to the bed with buckles and straps
Screams are moot, silent alas

Dazed, confused like all the others
Hit the wall, Why do I bother?

Walk in circles on the end
Days and nights never do mend

Escaped for a moment and brought back in
This mental house is my  sin