Pills

The different use of pills during depression

Today is not a good day,
they hardly are anymore.
Even on the good ones
I trip over old scars.

The pills at night keep me upright
out of bed and functioning.
The pills I use to take
took away the body aches.
Only enraged my self hate
and knocked me off my feet.
Lost in the hope of a new start
I can't live up to the hype.
My body depleted from the trials
thuough I trudge and limp along.

Golden thread of life
taunt,
frayed,
and splayed.
Hoping to catch some light
from the glimers of hope passing by.
I stand here now and true
eyes open to what is new.
A future where my darkness subsides
and my pills don't engage my death drive.