Pain And The Pills: A Short Writ Of Want Poem by Sam Tackett

(Christian)
why do they do this? cant pretend its ok
why do they leave us wondering each day?
pills and bullets to stop the pain

(Sam)
they get pain on purpose for quote unquote 'accidental high'
morphine drip, a gun by the bed
'id shoot myself in the head, cept im afraid id miss, cuz the god we got is too d*** pi***d'

(Christian)
this hatin nd s*** has got me so low
ill put a gun to my head for one final blow
im too afraid to pull that trigga
too afraid to see that light
can i make it through the night?

(Sam)
it seems to stretch on foreva
my eyes steady blurrin as i bounce the raincheck of bein togetha
the pistol winks at me, an inside joke
we share a wish in common, me to die, him to try and take my life
except he aint afraid, why would he be?
he was made for this s***, was i?