The Years Before.

#2

I got this bottle of pills staring back at me,

glaring with an orange glow.

I don't know if I should take them or see what the future holds.

I'm kind of confused as to why I was used,

but these pills won't be the end of me,

because I have to stand up tall.

I can't let these high ceilings cave in,

I just need to look at the situation that I'm in.

I can't let this depression be the death of me,

I might has well have let you put that gun to my f*****g head.

I can't live my life underneath the covers of my bed.

I need to see what the future holds.

Author's Note

tell me what you think.

Reviews

[mysticgmekeepr]

Welcome! Writing is both extremely healing and extremely self revealing.
I've been where you describe in this poem, a very long time ago. Let me tell you the truth is the only way to the other side of fear is through it and when you get there you will realize you have nothing at all to fear...it was an illusion. Everything is temporary. Life has both sunshine and showers, daylight and darknessjoy and sadness...and there is a reason for it all. BTW, the pills always lie

[Jeb]

First, welcome to the cafe. Second, great piece with a good message. Short and to the point, I like it.

[Sr.phil]

great message, nice piece. By the way, i noticed your new, welcome.! lol.
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