Dead Life

Give me a pill that will remedy the anxiety
From the pill that remedies the depression
From the pill that remedies the dreams
From the pill that makes me okay
A cocktail of prescription pills is what is takes to make me seem alright
Isn't it satiric the highest abused drug in teens is pills
and if we aren't popping them to soar higher than the watered down reality we've been limited to we're chugging bottle after bottle to numb what doesn't feel alright
Hey don't worry, I hear there is a pill for that

Don’t ask me if I fancy the color of the sky
My world is monochromatic-monotone-dead-dead-dead
my mind's a hurricane and I can’t see past the walls
I boarded around myself
I'm a therapist's worst nightmare

Her  ink cartridge
that her fingers wrap around
it’s made up of one part tears
and one part false sympathy
ask another question
scribble another note
all these kids sitting on these chairs are becoming victims of stories no one ever thinks enough of to tell
their life's summarized between the lines of her clipboard
I’m a vital stepping stool in another hurricane heart’s dream
but I can’t seem to find my own
I'd rather be a footnote in someone's story
than focus on my own
because the future is terrifying
if i don't wind up hanging from a pilar like a cheap piece of art
i'll paint my walls half assed with blood
but let's be honeset
I won't do a damn thing

The therapist nods
and writes with her hand swift
Wash down another pill and take another step closer to the cliff
your life was a dead end to begin with.

Kiss a punk, save a life,

Dust Rat