Unrevealed, Unravelled, Unclaimed

Judge Not

I stare at the bottle
Full of tiny pills
I roll it in my hands
And watch them spill
Do I have what it takes
To make them disappear
Can I bring myself to that point
Will I surpass this fear
I watch them turn
In my hands
I want to take it all away
And forget my past
Is it worth it
Worth this pain
I am so tired
Of feeling I am to blame
So many tears
One bottle could fix
One little sip
One toxic mix
No more worries
No more strife
Judge not
For its not your life