They promised I’d feel better by now
That these pills would have kicked in
Well they fucking lied
As my brain is still fried
And my heart belongs in the bin
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
They promised I’d feel better by now
That these pills would have kicked in
Well they fucking lied
As my brain is still fried
And my heart belongs in the bin
So
it’s
been
a yearOf
your
latest
treatmentYet
I still
don’t
feelAny
fucking
different
If
all
your
pills
Don’t
cure
my
ills
Then
why
bother
to
collect
them
If
it’s
a waste
of time
Both
yours
and
mine
Then
perhaps
I should
reject
them
The
packet
cracks
As
the
tablet
snaps
And I
glug it
down
with
water
My
whole
body
contracts
As
I face
the
facts
That
I am my
mother’s
daughter
So
this
is
it
Lying
in bed
all day
again
Wine
and
cigarettes
my only
friend
I’m so
bored
of this
shit
I
could
make
myself
sick
I
really
am
nothing
But a
nauseating
prick
Take
these
pillsTo
cure
your
illsAnd
mend
your
broken
heartThey’ll
give
you
chillsAnd
delay
your
thrillsBut at
least
it’ll
be a
start
Please
give me
another
pill to
swallowFor I
don’t
want to
wake up
tomorrow
I think
these pills
have
stopped
workingThey
have
become
just a
tokenFor
they no
longer
take away
the hurtingFrom a
heart
that is
already
broken
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
Tablets
only
make it
easier to
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
If I
clench
my jaw,
anymore,
my teeth
will
crumble
to dust.
It’s so
unfair,
that for
my own
welfare,
these
tablets
are a must.
An
apple
a day
may
keep
the
doctor
away.
But
it’s a
pill
at night
that makes
me feel
alright.