Poetry

Deeper than Pills

The green pills were supposed to make her yellow
but she's stuck in blue and her mind is like jello.
So hello to the good old dark days
where the demons come out to play.
Her dreams go deeper than the sea
but her eyes are to watery.
She just wants to be
Somebody that's she's not thanks to society.
Her despair flows like thin air
Sinking into that fair hair
that's slowly fading.
What can you do?
When your demons are chasing after you?
They caught you my dear.