Pills

I can't feel nothing,
nor joy nor sorrow.
I've started thinking
that now I'm hollow.

They give me pills
to make me sit still;
but they make me ill
and they kill my will.

They give me hope,
but vanish my dreams.
They kill my soul
and silence my screams.

I'm bleeding inside
but I can't show it.
In my silent cries
I'm drowning slowly.

Prescription pills
make me forget
my suicidal wills,
and all my regret.

But pill after pill
my spirit dies.
Pill after pill
I become a lie