Goodbye

Popping pill after pill,

until the bottle is empty,

because I'm called mentally ill,

can't even drive to the pharmacy.

These pills on which I dine,

They make me feel hallow, and empty,

yet they say that I'm fine,

why can't they see?

Anti-depressants,what a lie,

They make me feel like shit,

they make me want to cry,

like I want to give up, just quit.

so I tie a rope in a loop,

cause I'm ready to die,

as I hang it on the roof,

I whisper goodbye...