Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Reminded of those pills I once held in my hand...
Dizzy,
not centered, 
unable to stand...
Asking you, have you become tired yet?
Of filling yourself with lie's,
feelings of an endless and unwanted life,
are you tired of waking up still feeling a sleep?
Wanting to refuse a view of true reality?
Well, you asked if I understood.. 
if I knew you would quit if you could.. 
those pills I crushed that day,
flushed down the toilet, 
bent over the sink, 
nauseated as I prayed,
Angry at myself for wasting my high of the day,
my sun to any rain, 
my smile that covered any of this pain
I'm not sure you understand, 
what I would have given, in the past to be you,
What I would have traded to buy them from you,
but that pain, it never went away..
and I had noticed, that even with those pills, my situation was the same.. 
so, now I look and remind myself of my last.. and staring at you makes this recovery stable, one that I now know will forever last

Written by: Maiakla Stephens