My skinny bones rattle as I swallow my addiction,
The pills are all I’ve come to know,
I can’t remember when I started,
And I can’t see when I’ll stop,
It has a tight grip on me,
My will power is non-existent,
How did I get so deep into this?
Why did I start?
Cowardice and weak will keeps it going,
I lack the strength to fight it,
So I guess this is how I’ll live my life,
Locked in a tunnel of drugged depression,
With no hope of ever seeing the light.