Society has become corrupt,
Artificial happiness is running amuck,
On the inside,
depression is taking over,
Beside me lays a pill bottle.
I look over my shoulder,
I grab one, two, three, four
I think to myself "that's enough",
but I grab more
As my hand moves closer to my mouth,
I wonder what life is truly about
The days of my life have run out.
I try to keep my mind off of how I feel,
but I'm realizing that's no way to deal
One by one the pills go in,
Water, I use to wash them down
Is this the end?
I swallow them all,
I shut my eyes,
Asleep, I begin to fall.
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