Pills

There is a RX waiting at your Pharmacy
I pop another pill
There is a new medicine that will help
i pop two pills.
Now three.
Now Four...
Now I'm up to 10.
My dads worried sick.
My mom blames herself
And who knows what my boy freind thinks.
Its just another day in this hell
But people dont understand
Id rather live with my illness then around them.
My mom makes me nervous
My dad makes me sad
Only my boyfriend makes me happy
But as I pop another pill I wonder.
Am i even meant to be?