To make me feel better,
cough syrup, a pill.
Prescription, after prescription,
a massive doctor bill.
I feel like I'm dying,
come home and lie down.
Take all my medicine,
feel as if I could drown.
Turn on the T.V.,
and slowly slip away.
I can only hope tomorrow,
will be a better day.
As I slowly drift away,
I think "why me".
It seems I'm always sick,
but how can that be.
My time's running short,
I'm getting so deep,
falling now quickly,
into my medicated sleep.
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