One pill to be big, one pill to be small

Another pill to feel absolutely nothing at all

 

Alice stares through the looking glass

To see Wonderland soaked in gas

 

With the flick of a match she watches it burn

Holding back the tears she feels her stomach churn

 

This was her vivid imagination's epitaph

She stared at the psychologist as he began to laugh

 

"We did it" he cried "You feel better right?"

"I suppose" she said, but she cries at night

 

The way Alice saw the world had began to muddle

Like looking through the reflection of a dirty puddle

 

The pills that were supposed to keep the bad thoughts at bay

Instead have changed her world to monotone shades of gray

 

She no longer is sad or has those awful thoughts

But the good feelings have also become naught

 

Alice has become a featureless blank slate, emtionless and cold

They took her personality; her ability to be bold

 

Is it better to be sad, or to feel nothing all?

To not be able to run in life, but be stuck at a crawl

 

She is an engine, in which none of the parts strain

Alice is no longer human, she feels no pain

 

But without feeling, is Alice even still alive?

She has no motivations, nothing for which to strive.

 

Alice is no longer Alice, she has become a puppet to the pill

It has stripped her of her identity, and locked away her will

 

The pills effects have began to make a drastic change

She begins to feel sadness again, begins to feel strange

 

Her demons crawl back, from the pits of mental hell

Inside her, the depression returns and begins to swell

 

The pills are cruel, they consumed her, the capsules of greed

The real Alice clawed at the surface, begging to be freed

 

Alice is stranded and alone in a sea of misery ready to drown

Her friends are gone, the was Mad Hatter commited, and the Chesire Cat put down

 

Before she survived, with the help of her friends

Now shes alone, and the demons won't make amends

 

Alice would give anything to go back to Wonderland

She desperately yearns to return to a world that isn't so bland

 

She searches for a way to make the world less bleak

She wonders whether she'll make it to the end of the week

 

Alice talks to people, searching for help

When she is ignored she begins to yelp

 

She is dismissed, treated as if she's seeking for attention

Inside her head her emotions reaches their greatest tension

 

Finally Alice's emotions snap, like the crack of a whip

Into madness, Alice has drastically began to slip

 

Wonderland surrounds her, but now it is a graveyard

The land of wonder has become desolate and marred

 

The pills have taken over, a special parasite

They've given Alice her own hellish blight

 

With no way out, Alice's options seem dark

The demons and madness have left their forver mark

 

Death is no longer scary, she thinks of it as a release

She begins to fantasize of when her life will cease

 

Going through the rabbit hole, she ties a perfect knot

She kicks the chair chasing the death she has sought

 

She hangs there, a porcelain doll dangling from the rope

She slips through the rope as if she's a bar of soap

 

She cried, she was ready for the sweet embrace of death

Alice sighs, desperately wanting to take her final breath

 

She marches over to her pills and pops off the cap

She empties the bottle and lies down for her final nap

 

She puts the pills in her mouth and swallows the lot

She closes her eyes, and thinks of Wonderland with her final thought

 

So take one to be big, another to be small

And empty and whole bottle to end it all