My Pills
I’m not addicted
If that’s what you think
I’d never go there
That’s a line
I know not to cross
I know what drugs
Can do to someone
I’ve seen the damage
I’ve lived
In the aftermath
My pills are different
My pills are a security blanket
To be there
When I need them
So that maybe
One day
I can leave this world
Leave it all behind
My pills
Are my escape plan
My eventual release
To the door
That I will cross over
When the weight of the world
Becomes too much
To bear
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