Dear God.
Please make a pill to take the pain away
This emptiness I feel day after day
A pill to swallow
A direction to follow
A tonic to throw back
Something that makes up for all I lack
Something to smoke
That makes my life more than a joke
A powder to snort
That'd give me some support
A salve to soothe my soul
That'd make my spirit whole
A contact lens
That'd show the bigger picture
The reason of this fight with her
A bandaid that'd heal the hurt
A mend on the bridge that was burnt
An ointment that'd dissolve the scab away
Erasing all the hurtfull things they say
But instead of granting my thought
You tally all the mistakes I've wrought
So I sit here in silence
Nursing my pain
Looking for a cure
While I slowly go insane
I must add this was written some time ago, when I wasn't in a very good place. I'm much better now, but I thought some might identify with it. ♡