This little pill,
The smile of the past,
The life that has been,
Who I was a long time ago.

Without this pill my body would die,
This thing I really am,
Would destroy this corpse in which I am trapped,
My shell would be gone.

Dead like my soul.
This empty shell,
Has become who I am,
Walking, breathing, seeing,
Hearing, smiling, crying,

This shell is controlled,
By this little white pill.
My head drops as I realise,
This is what I have become.

My life in this little pill.
Long gone could this corpse be now,
This corpse which once was a person,
This death disguised as life.

I’d have continued to hurt,
Until one day,
I would have the courage, to find the world to which I belong,
And leave this shell in which I am trapped.

 
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