Addict

I swallow the pills to escape reality

But it's never enough

The torment is still there 

It hides underneath all the lies

Waiting to jump down my throat 

To remind me of my sins

It pulls me closer to death

After each bottle is emptied

Drowning in fraud bliss

Addicted to being close to death

The pills aren't strong enough

 Fill the empty void in me

So I take more and more

Until I lose feeling 

And everything becomes black

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Pills really do not help, talking does. You need people you can trust who will listen to you. You have conveyed your feelings well in this sad little poem. All good wishes.

Chris

[Pumpkin Girl]

thank you very much Chris

[Iam-me]

Masking the pain inside. That dwells within. Speak up and get it out, sweetheart. And you will feel better for you in general. With support and help and friends who do understand and relate.

[Pumpkin Girl]

Thank you very much I will try to speak up more

[Iam-me]

:)...... so you should