Pills

It was before I awoke that I was alive, I wasn't thinking. I was just faded and day dreaming. Let me stress that before the pills my life had meaning. I was an honor roll student on top of my game, on track to college with a full scholarship. Only my life crumbled and sank into the oceans of insanity. In a moment I was ready to go, ready to go out on my own terms. In ninth grade my eyes saw what others should not. My body had been through so much damage I wondered how I even walked at all. For each step forward, was a drunken stumble back. At a young age I was introduced to pills, soon I needed them like fish need gills. I was ready to play the game, only no one told me what was ahead. My warning is that once you start falling down a path of obsession found in a capsule or time released pill, your fate becomes all too read. Three years went by quicker than I can remember, let alone I can't remember what I did five minutes before writing this. My brain is fried, on several occasions I nearly died, I can't remember a night where I haven't cried. Happiness isn't found in a bottle, but the psychiatrist insists that this one will help, it will lift all my troubles away. So I'd take one which went to three and led on until I didn't know if I was surviving or dying. I have no self control, I have no freewill under this trance of a quick fix. I've lost this game, a prescription took my name, and I have only myself to blame.