Pills

Thinking of pills
how they make me feel
how they make me better
how moch I like those
little pieces of happiness
small parts of the big joint
tiny ok-makers
that get into me
and make all the magic happen
:) oh, it feels so good
I´m happy once more
for a few hours but
anyways I am, I cry
the peace is leaving
I start feeling wrong
want some more
but I won´t
By now there´s something in me
it screams
and is true actually
its name Left its lastname Kidnee
and is going to leave
if I don´t choose to quit
or stop having this trips
of meds, of pills.