See these pills
See my eyes
You may never know
I'm dying inside
I have an illness
That can't be cured
It's called depression
I slur my words
The pit of my stomach
Fills with pain
I hear those voices
Beckoning
...
Asking
...
Telling
....
Wishing
...
...
The rain was pouring
The night raging on
Beckoning
...
Asking
...
Telling
...
Wishing
...
The night trains whistle
Just barely visible
As thunder rolls over
And my mind wanders
They come again
Beckoning
...
Asking
...
telling
...
Wishing
For peace of thought
My minds distraught
Making demons friends
As loneliness sets in
They are
Beckoning
...
They are asking
...
They are Telling
...
They are Wishing
...
The day they beckoned me to put down the pills
The day they asked me why I was like this
The day they told me they were always going to be there for me
To this day they are wishing for me to be safe wishing that one day this will all be over, and I can be happy again.
That's why my tear stained eyes looked at the pills. Were I can easily take my life. I grab the bottle with shaking hands.
Pop the cap
Pop the pills
Throw them
Right to were the night train was whistling at me. The rumble of thunder danced off the metal roof of my house.
The demons yelling
became soft soothing whispers of
you'll be ok.
And I'll never forget they way they were
Beckoning
...
Asking
...
Telling
...
Wishing.
Wishing that everything will be ok
