Sick

This medicine doesn't seem to ease me down
My restless mind needs something else

A home for the head, something to rely on
Keep on going, they say to me

Yet, with my blisters showing
I still try and try, but does it really matter, if I give in?

They don't really mean it
Only just repeating it
to everyone else like me

Like a mantra, over and over, they say:
Hang in there, hang in there

Count to three and calm down,
just breath on, in and out

Tomorrow it'll look different,
let's have another drink

Run away from society
and all those things they say
It makes my ears bleed,
I'm sick of their shit

...and the medicine doesn't work

Cigarettes and coffee
mingling with guilt and hurt

In the morning I feel like running
In the evening I fell like dying
After nightfall shadows are coming

......to disturb my fortunate sleep