Pills and Hope

Oh my little friend,

when will this end?

This feeling of sorrow;

how I feel so far. Oh,

tiny green and white

help me in my plight.

Down the hole I swallow

sips of water or wine follow

in the hopes of a change

to avoid the gas range.

One or two should fill

the desire to die by pill.

Little peach-colored round,

help me see what I have found.

As I hold you in my palm

I hope the thoughts will calm.

To keep myself off the rope

and I hope you two give me more than just hope.