you choke it down without water to follow.
i'm told it's good for me, and i'll be better for it,
but i can't help it, each pill makes me sick.
each day i try again, hoping it will end different,
but each day my stomach turns and my throat's bent.
whether they heal while hurting me, i won't know
until enough time has passed to truly vanquish my woe.
but until then, the pills, and their pain, i endure
because sometimes the worst pain is the best medicine and cure.
