Days pass of my existence, some days I'm here, and then I'm all the way over there, when I was younger it was a thrill, nowadays I'm still. A pill, it keeps me still, this pill is words I take everyday by people who don't think the same; I'm in pain, but that pain shows that I'm alive, but why? I'm jaded, but still, I take this pill, Because if I don't, who will? If I take a chance and stop taking this pill, will I feel a thrill? If I vanish one day without say from the people who fill my brain with stains, maybe I wouldn't feel this pain.. But for now I'm still, in hopes if I keep taking this pill Maybe I'll feel that thrill. But until, my days of existence will add.