My New Addiction

I’ve found my new addiction, these pretty little pills. I line them up and sort them, taking them by will. Each pill holds a meaning of it’s own, memories of the past will soon feel like home. And I know I do not want my friends to see, that my new addiction is killing me. Pop a pill here, smile there. It’s just a little cold, don’t worry, i swear. I will fake all of the smiles, and lie about my pain, praying and hoping I won’t be remembered in vain. For i tried the very best i could, yet I failed miserably as I knew I would. But in the end don’t you see, I am glad it’s killing me.