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Little Happy Pills

Take these they say,
They'll make u feel better night and day,
That's what they say, but are they sure it'll work,
I'm just saying, I'm not sure I completely trust the pharmacy clerk,

Cuz who really cares if these feelings keep you up at night,
Tyrannically forcing you to slave just so you can keep ur head in the fight,
Who cares if you like the boy with the blonde hair and the pretty blue eyes,
Or the girl with the happy smile,
That only hides the tears that come out no matter how hard she tries,
Who cares how you really feel, because once people have had their fill,
The only ones that will be left will be these Little Happy Pills,

But my friends, they each only pass me an oar,
For me to only paddle farther and farther from my mindscape shore,
So I look away, away from my cure,
And when you walk out that closing door,
Leaving me only to retreat in panic on the floor,
The only thing that runs through my mind is, "Am I a bore?",

So, yes, I'm sick, and it's too late,
For me, so just save your own fate,
Cuz people think they can solve the thousands of mistakes,
That chain me down, but they don't know how many more that creates,
So I try to hide them, and for those that don't know,
I can put on a good show,
Play the charade for anywhere we go,
Look above, because surely they will know,
Scream to God, the Father, to give me strength to fight this foe,
Turn anxiety and sadness,
Into morality and gladness,
Be the ringleader of this intangible circus, so that I can keep up and defend,
Just so they don't see how fast I descend,

Descend and fall from the sky,
Just like a fallen angel not remembering how to fly,
But as the things we hold dear fall away with a sigh,
It's all I can do to dress it up and not show them that I would cry,

Cuz who really cares if these feelings keep you up at night,
Tyrannically forcing you to slave just so you can keep ur head in the fight,
Who cares if you like the boy with the blonde hair and the pretty blue eyes,
Or the girl with the happy smile,
That only hides the tears that come out no matter how hard she tries,
Who cares how you really feel, because once people have had their fill,
The only ones that will be left will be these Little Happy Pills,

But my friends, they each only pass me an oar,
For me to only paddle farther and farther from my mindscape shore,
So I look away, away from my cure,
And when you walk out that closing door,
Leaving me only to retreat in panic on the floor,
My anxiety's running marathons and keeping me up with things I can't ignore,

When they find out, or when you open their eyes,
It's like their mouths gape open or stop like flies,
"But it's not just you, " friends, family, and others say, trying to comprehend,
"Everyone battles their fears, that is why we depend...
On each other, " but I just want all of it end,
Cuz if it would stop, it would be one less person to cry,
One less instance where you have to try,
One better reality where this boy scream and keep all these feelings in before he dies,

STOP

Maybe I've said too much,
Gripping too hard on the clutch,
Caused too much of a fuss,
I can feel the threads of my conscience snapping from the mistrust,

Cuz when you find peoples Grace,
Find the courage to look them and your problems in the face,
Cuz some people are here to help,
To help you escape from the feelings that haunt your mind, and, welp,

Cuz who really cares if these feelings keep you up at night,
Tyrannically forcing you to slave just so you can keep ur head in the fight,
So what if I like the boy with the blonde hair and the pretty blue eyes,
Or the girl with the happy smile,
That only hides the tears that come out no matter how hard she tries,
Who really cares if either you or I,
Were, or are gay, straight, or bi,
Think about all the rules we can defy,

Who really cares about who we all are,
Cuz they say, the hairs on your head are counted,
The nails in your cross are mounted,
And your true feelings are doubted,
But just know that every time you are doubted,
One day heroes like you will be found, and,
Remember that revolutions come from those who rise up from under,
Cuz as they say, there is strength in numbers,

Cuz the number of pills that you may have taken,
5,
10,
15,
And the polls keep raking,
In, but we can stop that at the drop of a pen,
Cuz that number won't compare to the true number of men,

So the next time prescribed and think to take just one pill,
Think about who is really there for you, cuz it's that void that the pill can't fill,
Cuz those pills don't shoot to fix any ill,
Those Little Happy Pills,
They shoot to kill.