A Different Pill

Chapter 1: Introduction to an Illness

Part 1 Welcome
The First Words.

Now in typical books it's love and romance, same stories to share of affairs and magical trance.

But this story isn't for a weak heart to eat, nor where frail bones come to find new meat.

Out of affection this story runs dry of it, it thirsts as depression got too generous in its despair indeed.

This young girl, so bright and dazzling, but a bitter fruit grew in her as she kept on going.

A distinctive demeanour known by many, "depression" and "sadness" are in her anatomy.

Cold blood flooded her floors, a knife so blunt it bludgeoned her wrists and more.

This sour beginning I have spat out here, simple words for your mind to adhere.

Now let us begin the story, this dreadful one, unfortunately...

The Simple Girl

Death seemed to be on the hunt around me, a body full of scars I can't seem to see.

A painful cut is the only reminder, for me to know that I'm still a living cutter.

My rose has wilted, its petals have been broken and slightly tilted.

But I love the way it feels somehow, the way this sickness tore apart this cow.

Ashes surround me, the reaper whispered, "You are a lot deeper than expected."

I grew hateful to calm waters, the silver running through my veins were my only covers.

I wander, bright and dazzling, this twisted manner; an untold fate I had sadly yet to discover.

My heart, its crust grew old, still young but the cracks tell the story told.

A beating dead rose, black and wilted, I found my body, with pain it was tainted.

I'm a simple girl, one who has laughed and smiled and had her dresses twirled.

A simple girl indeed, one who goes through a sickness which makes me too hard to read.

"Deliver Me, Boy"

"There is a soul to plow, a breath to wander, a different soul to reap and a breath to plunder."

I see you as a plaything, a familiar face in my family's comings.

Not new or different, you guided them didn't you, to somewhere they cried.

Or were you rejected too? A dead wandering spirit finding friends too.

Be the boy to deliver me. I think I saw you before, a concocted darkness for someone's glee.

The wind carried you and the dark whispered, the drips of morose clouds had their deaths tempted.

But you drew some smiles in my face, boy, prettiest sight in a horrid place.

You recognise my desperation too quickly... But you know just what drove me crazy.

Are you part of this? An illness not many see as they pleased.

Deliver me, boy, for only you can help my mind free its tortured toy.

There is a place where fires make you breathe, a place where nightmares help you see.

This place however, where echoes reverberate in your head, happy ones become the undead.

"I can't take my time man", you little one who died before you could tell the same story I'm about to rant.