Facing the wrath of this world is too much for me to bear. Going from being a kid to a student to having a full time gig spiraling down to losing my car, my job, my dignity also surrounded by a circle of bills. Taking this blue pill helps me forget all the bitching and complaining I just did. One pill helps me forget, two pills help me feel numb, three pills help me enjoy anyone's fun, but when the feeling is done I'm left stuck back in reality again, with a quick pause I turn and see another blue pill I cry to myself and ask when does this all end?



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