A pill sits on the table
Sun peeking through the window
Almost as if it is taking a look.
I sit down and look at it
Knowing every problem
Would be solved with taking it.
There would be no more heartbreak
Or paying for that
In which I do not have.
I stare at it for a minute
Then touch it.
Why can’t you simply wish things away?
Pray them gone?
Forbid them to torment you any longer?
I don’t have much time
To think this through
Before the pill is gone
And I’m left
With my heart
In the hands of a fool
That neither cares for its value
Nor appreciates that he has it.
My only cure is this
Little white pill on the table
To remove my heart
From this fools hands.
Josephine Ranes 
On your post ‘The Pill’, were you talking about a benzodiazepine like Xanax or Lorazepam?
On Sat, Apr 23, 2016 at 12:05 PM, From The Busy Mind of Josephine wrote:
> Josephine Ranes posted: “A pill sits on the table Sun peeking through the > window Almost as if it is taking a look. I sit down and look at it Knowing > every problem Would be solved with taking it. There would be no more > heartbreak Or paying for that In which” >
This pill would make you stop loving someone. It doesn’t exist.