Sugar & Pills

Would it have been better ?
Living like this.
A darker side of me.

The pill. Bitter and black.

Sometimes, I can't help to wonder,
what would you be like,
if I died,
or if I didn't exist.
Who would you be ?

If you'd like to see.

Splitting me up,
into pieces that feel good,
and pieces that hurt.

The bitter and the sweet.

If intervention prevented,
divinity intercepted,
would it have been different ?

Then you'd throw away the pills,
and keep the sugar.
Then I'd be a shadow,
none of the person I am.

I'm there, you just can't feel me.
I exist, but I'm gone.

Cause I'm all pills,
zero sugar.