The red one or blue one,
Which one should I take.
Which bottle of numbness,
A concoction I will make.

Use as directed,
Mass quantities – ill.
Still seeking to deaden,
Life’s jagged little pill.

I stare in the mirror,
The girl that I see.
Worthless, unwanted,
Don’t want to be me.

Now groggy and tired,
My eyes will soon close.
But how long will it last,
When will it take its toll.

Sleep is unwelcomed,
My brain will not stop.
I close all the curtains,
But my life on the rocks.