Out of Pills

Those tablets filled with sanity,

The chemicals that make me me,

Through chance, neglect, or thievery,

Are gone. And as for the pharmacy, 

They are closed up, or too far away.

And so for day after day after day,

I lose control of what I think and say,

And self-harm becomes the normal way

To deal

With what I feel:

The pain is very real

As real as anything can be

I lose control of my body and me,

Hallucinations are all I see. 

And then I stumble to a knife,

Sobbing, wailing, done with life.

And to make it worse, as I die on the floor, 

I see the bottles I dropped weeks before. 

Too little too late: I'm out of pills.