Medicate

A dozen doctors have said I'm sick
That I need to be set straight.
Your much too morbid for life young child,
So you must medicate.
A dozen bottles of pills and potions,
These will relax your mind, they say
It's important that you take them child
The dosage is three times a day.
Take one when you wake up,
To forget those nasty dreams,
Take one in the middle of the day,
To silence out those screams.
And take one before bed my child,
So you may sleep at night,
It will block out all the bad things,
So you won't wake in fright.
And these ones are for the heartache,
It will erase what scars are made,
It will help you forget the girl,
And give your heart some aid.
Take these blue ones to forget your pain,
It will numb you to the core,
So don't worry about getting hurt my child,
You won't feel anything anymore.
I almost forgot these red ones,
And don't think that I'm a pest,
But these will help you settle down,
And give your heart some rest.
Just one more here that you must take,
It will help you to stay sane,
It will calm your heart and body,
And help calm that morbid brain.
So a dozen pills I take,
And a dozen potions I swallow.
And I feel my mind is missing,
And I feel my heart turned hollow.
Some to help the pain,
Some to keep my mind in check,
But all they succeeded in,
Is making me a mindless wreck.
So a dozen pills they've given me,
To help my morbid head,
But truth be told, I feel the same,
Cold, scared, alone, and dead.