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SWALLOW THIS DOWN

When I was a kid and I got sick or felt pain,
I use to swallow a pill, On the bottle was my name.
I would feel better so I could go out and play;
but it's not like that anymore, not on this day.
Today I took a good look t myself.
I looked, searching for a word to describe how I felt.
How I felt or feel, I can't decide.
Not yesterday or today, not in this lifetime.
Do I still feel the same as before?
Do I still feel that pain that every day I ignore?
My pain hurts and I need to feel better;
so I swallow some pills as I decide to write this letter.
Who should I turn to now that I'm alone?
What do I do with this pain that reaches the core of my bones?
I take one more pill,
to stop this pain I feel.
As everything starts to move, I begin pacing.
I start to cry because of these things that I'm facing.
I swallow another one because it will help get rid of this pain in me.
It will make me feel the way I used to be.
For the moment it will numb all of my feelings and thoughts.
It will take away all my demons that I have fought.
Fought or fight;
I start to get confused when I see a light.
I don't see the place where I was just standing.
I don't see the place where my head is landing.
I know that I'm on the edge of crossing over to the next world,
But then I'm handed another pill by this little girl.
She says "take this last one, you'll feel better and there's no one around."
So, I grab it, a tear falls, and I "Swallow It Down".