M E D I C A T E

Mommy’s meds
Excitement
Depression
If one is good, five is better
Call an ambulance
Alcohol
Try a few more
Ecstasy

Won’t survive the
Emptiness inside
Living a lie
Losing my mind
Blackened their eyes
Undeceived, I relied
These tears that I’ve cried
Return with weight I can’t push aside
I could never decide between a
Noose or cyanide

Killing my self-esteem
Losing things and sanity
Outside world is scaring me
Never safe
Open doors are caging me
Panic attacks crippling
Inside, walls are closing in
Never leave

Propagated the depression
Rested from the first try
On to the next “wonder drug”
Zeal for meds increased
All I want is a smile
Chemically-coated candy

Zest for life no more
Over this whole “crazy” thing
Lamentable defeat
Only chance to set this free
Fought hard just to stay
Taste the tears of the frayed

Screams of condescension
Erosion of the senses
Raking through the symptoms
Often loud and offensive
Quiet is never as appealing
Used to confide in where the
Evil resides
Listen to what the voices say