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Medicate
I don’t need it
Three times a day, every fucking day
Three different medications
One for anxiety
I don’t need it
One for nightmares
I don’t need it
One for depression
I don’t fucking need it!
I skip doses every chance I get
But when I do I shake and I become someone that I am not
It’s making me worse
I don’t see any difference
Do they think they can change me?
They say it helps
They say it’s making me happier
Its artificial happiness
I can’t be happy
They tell me not to cry
But how can I not cry when all of this is making me want to die?
Now all I long for is to be happy
Ok, one of this and that? And two of those? Ok
I’ll do whatever it takes
I just can’t wait to see the mess that this makes
Three times a day, every fucking day
Three different medications
One for anxiety
I don’t need it
One for nightmares
I don’t need it
One for depression
I don’t fucking need it!
I skip doses every chance I get
But when I do I shake and I become someone that I am not
It’s making me worse
I don’t see any difference
Do they think they can change me?
They say it helps
They say it’s making me happier
Its artificial happiness
I can’t be happy
They tell me not to cry
But how can I not cry when all of this is making me want to die?
Now all I long for is to be happy
Ok, one of this and that? And two of those? Ok
I’ll do whatever it takes
I just can’t wait to see the mess that this makes
Published 3rd Jul 2012
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3rd Jul 2012 2:55pm
4th Jul 2012 1:25am
I like it. I can't directly relate, but can see how it is a pain in the ass having someone tell you you are wrong. For me its mostly that I am really good at hiding and controlling it.
