Relief

driving fast in the suicide lane
nothing really matters
when you're trying to kill the pain
it swells up in my belly
and wreaks havoc on my brain
and the smiles that are expected
must be given with a strain

here I am a woman
whose body's growing numb
and pain pills are the soldiers
that make the enemy succumb
and mercy is a beggar
with noting left to give
I try not to begrudge this life
that hurts so much to live

as everything grows quiet now
think I might just melt
relief contrasts so sharply
with the worst pain I have ever felt
and sleep will soon envelope me
and I almost want to pray
that dreams who come to visit me
will have nice things to say