Sometimes I need a pill to deal with the hurt I feel.
Sometimes a razor to my skin, is my way of screaming out, "someone please save me from the demons I have within!"
As they claw to the surface, I fall ; deeper and deeper until I can't even see the light anymore.
A future so bright they used to say, no one knew that id end up this way.
Dependant on the medications, and approvals of those who won't even give me the time of day.
I tell everyone I'm fine. What else would I say? my life's a living hell, my body the jail, and my brain the cell, but you can't tell..
Just hand me another pill, ill learn to deal..

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