Saturday, November 24, 2012

Tylenol Seven

If I think too hard about that day 
I remember only what you did say
It hurts more than you would think 
It put me on the brink 

'It's called Tylenol seven' he said 
It made me wish I were dead 
Bringing up my popping of pills
It made me have no power of will

It was that, and not something to save me 
That comment made me hate who I could be
No other words could have killed eight months of hard work
New scars seemed like a perk

So I cut myself hard and long 
Listening to depressing songs 
I created something new 
From the comments uttered by you

I hated myself and what I had done
I couldn't even see the sun 
I broke eight months of strength 
And went to every length

I couldn't handle your words
But nothing else was ever heard 
It taunted me when my wrists were  clean 
And turned them into something that couldn't be seen 

Covered by makeup, bracelets and sleeves
I thought nothing else relieves
So I cut and popped the pills more
And life became a chore

Your words gave me scars for my lifetime
Ones that cross a line 
Seven in a row
Marking how much I've since grown

It hurt knowing that your words made it worse 
To my well being they were a curse 
It seemed like you really didn't care 
And that you weren't really there 

If felt like you wanted me to do it 
And it was okay to dig myself a pit
I truthfully thought you agreed
And I longed to be freed 

But I thought you wanted me to hurt and cry
So I cut and took pills, I tried and I lied 
I said I was happy but felt destroyed 
I tried to fill the void

I was hurt and broken
I tried to take back all the words that had been spoken
But now I understand 
And can still call you my best friend

Because of this I am stronger 
And will be around much longer
It still causes me some pain 
But I no longer have trouble tying to explain

If I think too hard about that day 
I remember only what you did say
It hurts more than you would think 
It put me on the brink


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