she lowers her head and feels the shame
took those pills like it was a game
not knowing if it would work or not
hell, she took so many - she forgot
is this enough?
is this too little
God, this life is rough
it's like a riddle
each day will she laugh or cry
does it even matter and if it does, then why?
like playing Russian roulette
where will it stop and what will she get?
her mind is spinning like a top
stop! stop! stop! stop!
when she puts her head on the pillow
will she cry like the weeping willow
or pretend with her usual guile and leave them with a smile?