Three Pills Addicted Poem by sara pounds

I'm set in my ways as my sister would say-
Doing the same old things everyday-
Getting up late and tired all day-
And feelings of a worthless smile-

I left it all at home, in this room so cold-
Sometimes I only see the views from the inside-
Sitting all day, waiting for it to kick in-
Walk to the car and I'm ready to work-
With the fake smile I push through the pain-

I'm very content on not talking to anyone-
While I sit here and think of ways to get out of this place-
I guess it started way back when-
In the summer I'll never forget-

Remembering the past and myself all grown up-
It's funny I see myself differently these days-

At night when I'm alone I wish for something better-
I look up to the sky and drink something down-
It's been years and I'm three pills addicted now-

I hide them well, if anyone would to even wonder about me-
I'm happy and sound, content and quite well found-
Taking Pills to keep the pain down-
Tried other things to keep it out of my head-

Tried cutting it off and watching it bleed-
But it seemed to ask too many questions among them-
Tried writing my thoughts down-

Much like I'm doing right now-
Too many feelings to contain into pages of a book-
Something will happen in the weeks to come-
Will I hold out or break down-

But for right now, I’m pretending nothing is happening-
I'm three pills addicted and I have no way out-

Please believe me when I say-
I will be smiling everyday-
Not until I loose sight of all reason-

I'm set in my ways as my sister would say-
Doing the same old things everyday-

Getting up late and tired all day-
And I have feelings of this worthless smile-
That seems to smile at you all day-