Pill

Why do you pick and prod at me
Bitter pills you force down my throat
Like I’m the one that is sick
Why do you take the blood from my veins
Thinking it will make you young
To love this little ill fitted heart
Will you heal me soon
Make me feel done and spent
Like the afternoons in sunken sheets
When we come can you leave me
Covered in sweat and sin
As buildings fall down inside me
Again I’ll ask you to end me
Cos I can’t continue living when
All you do is remind me I am dead.