A Collection of Small Nothingness

Fucking Chill Out Already

Apparently, I need a chill pill.
Because other people think me ill.
Well I'll tell you I am not acting like this for the thrill
I gave up something with my own free will
Something that was my world
Something that was my everything.
Even now tears threaten to spill
Every picture, thought, word, a kill
And so, my lungs fill
with emotions that aren't part of this drill.
You say you want me to be happy
Yet you say "I love you" to her still. 

I am not ill. 
And it is your loss if your requirements I don't fulfill
And I will not take a chill pill.
Ever.