Take Another
A Poem
by A. R. McIntyre
Chapter 1
Take Another
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
And there's another break,
In my life old facade.
Slip a little deeper.
No longer my family's keeper.
Tired of this long day.
Hope to finally get away.
It's a numb pain,
Till you take one,
Then it's pouring like rain.
And you know your done.
But you still keep going back.
It's killing you.
But without it, there's something you lack.
And it's begging you.
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
My screams and cries so shrill.
But I'm going back still.
But there's always that thing.
An incident, making bells ring.
Realize you've gone to far.
Forget who you even are.
Look in the mirror,
Face you don't remember.
Body weak and frail.
A life tired and stale.
But even after the bones are countable.
The lies and reactions.
Your no longer accountable,
For even your own actions.
Pop another,
Don't even bother.
You don't care.
You wouldn't dare.
The hatred for yourself has grown.
And your true self, something unshown.
Bot it never lessens the blow.
You get angry so you find things to throw.
Never giving yourself a break.
It's your fault, your mistake.
But again you go back.
In your mind, something you lack.
Yet you still don't tell anyone.
Fear of what they have said and done.
Memories, the pills take them away.
And it becomes a numb, dull day.
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
Yet you know your losing,
You still keep choosing.
This pill or that.
Figure out it's too late.
And your on the floor, body flat.
The cold feeling inside, something you can't shake.
They say it gets better.
Does it ever?
While we wait,
Our lives we break.
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
My life, my dreams I'll kill.
But I don't care still.
A battle of the wills.
And there's another break,
In my life old facade.
Slip a little deeper.
No longer my family's keeper.
Tired of this long day.
Hope to finally get away.
It's a numb pain,
Till you take one,
Then it's pouring like rain.
And you know your done.
But you still keep going back.
It's killing you.
But without it, there's something you lack.
And it's begging you.
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
My screams and cries so shrill.
But I'm going back still.
But there's always that thing.
An incident, making bells ring.
Realize you've gone to far.
Forget who you even are.
Look in the mirror,
Face you don't remember.
Body weak and frail.
A life tired and stale.
But even after the bones are countable.
The lies and reactions.
Your no longer accountable,
For even your own actions.
Pop another,
Don't even bother.
You don't care.
You wouldn't dare.
The hatred for yourself has grown.
And your true self, something unshown.
Bot it never lessens the blow.
You get angry so you find things to throw.
Never giving yourself a break.
It's your fault, your mistake.
But again you go back.
In your mind, something you lack.
Yet you still don't tell anyone.
Fear of what they have said and done.
Memories, the pills take them away.
And it becomes a numb, dull day.
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
Yet you know your losing,
You still keep choosing.
This pill or that.
Figure out it's too late.
And your on the floor, body flat.
The cold feeling inside, something you can't shake.
They say it gets better.
Does it ever?
While we wait,
Our lives we break.
Take another pill.
A battle of the wills.
My life, my dreams I'll kill.
But I don't care still.



2 Comments
Keeps me thinking, as usual.
i promise i'm going to try my best to be the one to take those pills and knives away. i promise, i promise, i promise