Random thoughts

Psychology

There's this guy in my psychology class

He's tall, he's cute he's perfect

Yesterday he sat by me and watched my every move

The next day, I couldn't help but do the same

He always complained that it was cold and pulled down his sleves

I did too

He always keeps a sly smile on his lips and it widens when people glare at him

I'm the opposite

One day, he pointed out that we were a lot alike

"How?"

I had asked

" Well, we're both in this class"

He had answered

"Yeah, I guess"

I replied

His eyes brought a smile from me

"Why do you want to learn about people?"

He asks

"I-I"

I stutter, not wanting to give him a real answer

"Do you slit your wrists, cry at night?"

I was taken aback.

"Do you want to be dark and depressed? You want to learn about yourself. You want to become better but you have demons dragging you down. You cant smile. You cant speak your mind. You cant say what's going on."

I stayed quiet, tears about to shatter me.

"Take me home to your house tonight, and I'll help you. I'll make all your pains go away."

So that night I did what he said.

He took me to the bathroom, and locked the door.

He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills, dumping the majority of them into his hands.

"If you want to end this pain. Take these."

I took them into my hand, and just stared at the white tablets.

"Go ahead, they'll help you."

I stared at him while swallowing the pills.

I felt dizy immediately, I felt almost happy, but still there was a lingering sadness.

"Here, here." He held me steady.

"Lay in the bath, it'll make you feel better"

He guided me there and sat me down.

"Take a nap dear, I'll stay right here."

Slowly I closed my eyes, but I still saw him.

He looks different though

Those beautiful eyes that lead me in are now red.

"Uh oh" he hummed and his hand cupped my face.

"Those pills satisfied your demons"

His hand moved down to my throat.

"They sure don't like you"

His other hand lay on my throat also.

"Too bad, I'm one of them"

His hands tightened and I felt air-- I felt conscience slip away.

You were already dead, little did you know.

That boy in psychology he was all in your head, little did you know.

You're not going to make it, you're already gone.

Psychology just wasn't enough

Now, there's nothing you can touch.

Nowhere to go.

Just you and your demons, left to stow

Psychology didn't do the trick I guess