Benzonatate

Benzonatate sits on my bedside table and mocks me when the pain is too great and all I can do is cry.
I try not to think of how easy it could all be for me,
One, two, three and maybe four capsules, and a glass of water.
The pain living inside of my lungs would finally be silenced, I, would be silent.

I like to hide it inside of my drawer, that way I cannot see or hear how it calls out to me at night, or how my body aches when I think about it too much.
They say an overdose on it can cause seizures, comas, or heart attacks,
And Sometimes, I think it could not be so bad, because anywhere would be better than here.

Benzonatate sits inside of my bedside table and mocks me when the pain is too great,
When all I wanna do is stop breathing and die.
I try not to think of how easy it could all be for me; four or five pills and a glass of water to wash them down into the dry wells of my stomach.
And then I could sink into oblivion, be numb and fade into nothingness.
They call out to me so strongly these days, and I don't know how much more I can take.