The Pill
Maybe it won’t work
Maybe it will
O which is worse
The sadness or the pill?
Its been three years
Since it all fell apart
Since the faced of fears
Realized its too hard
Without help
Give myself
hell
Just to save face
Just to lay
And maybe never
Get up again
And I’ve been counting
Keeping
Track incorrectly
Of how long it’s been ok
Without it
But I’m subtracting
Its been way too long
Almost too far gone
Ran myself down
Til I feel nothing
Til I
Feel unimportant
Feel I’m not worth it.
Feel I can’t do it
Without it
Now maybe that’s ok
Not a happy pill
Or a miracle
Doesn’t change
Or make it all go away
I’m just tired
Of coping
Alone it
Hurts
Was it worth it
To save face
When they may have understood anyway
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2013
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