The Medicine(?)

Once upon a time,
there was a boy with a list of problems,
he could never really see joy,
but there was always optimism on his tongue.
He was a young counselor,
the savior of loved ones and friends,
but when trouble tends to find its way to him,
there was no mind to be his savior.

Somewhere down the line he found a special someone,
she conducted the most beautiful symphony he had ever heard,
the unusual happened, she stole his beaten and broken heart.
Part by part, she pieced it back together,
his heart has never been so full of happiness before.
Then along came an ugly, fat fuck,
in the front of a white truck,
with intentions to ignite false flames.

Now that everything known is broken,
the problems increase,
his centerpiece is falling apart,
once again balling his eyes out,
soon the reservoir runs out and is replaced with blood,
a pool is filled by rivers from his eyes and wrist.

The voices make him terrified of sleep,
so hes soon prescribed medicine,
which leads to thoughts of suicide,
he cried, cried, and cried.
The bottle provides a warning label,
its ignored.
Take one.. And nothing.
Take two.. Barely shit.
Take six.. A little downy.
Take twenty.. Tired.
Take fifty five.. Flat line.

Even though he hates pills,
he has a fucking date with them every night.
If he told the doctors everything,
they'd king him "Craziest motherfucker in all the land!"
Yet his own hands are scared to hurt.
He starred death in the face last time,
would he have the strengths to turn away, yet again?