The soup

The pills look to good,
to be real.
The memories are to painfull,
to forgive.
The feelings are hurting,
so just look at the pills.

They will end it all,
so just take them.

They are all coloured in
red, yellow and white.

There all sprinkled,
with fancy names.

They look too good, to be ignored,
by you.

So just hear there calling,
for you.
So just give up your life
and do it.

So just take the pills,
and start to forgive.