My pill bottle's lying on the floor,
Again and again and again.
I try and I try and I try
It never works.
I will always remember,
My anger when I wake up,
My despair, my lost hope,
After every time I try and I fail.
But failing's what I do best.
I should expect it by now.
All the time I stare
I stare and I stare and I stare
I stare at my goddamn pill bottle.
It fails me all the time.
Never working the way I plan.
So I go down.
Down
Down
Down
Down into my pill bottles.
I honestly don't know why
I always expect it to work,
Why I always hope.
After all it's rare
It's rare for things to go my way.
So why do I always hope,
I hope and I hope and I hope.
My pill bottle's lying on the floor,
Empty again.
Again and again and again.
I suppose it's sort of like me.
Constantly empty.
But always there
Never being able to just disappear.
Disappear,
Disappear,
Disappear.
My pill bottle's lying on the floor,
Again and again and again.
A/N. So, sorry if this is bad. This is my first poem I have ever published. Please don't hate on it. Or do. I can't tell you what to do.
