Prozac

by Broken inside   Aug 20, 2011


A powerful little pill,
calming the anxiety built up,
numbing the sadness and pain,
but it still don't mean a thing

take it away,
and I'm still broken,
give me too much,
and I'll be flyin,
Prozac doesn't work magic,
it just stabilizes

holds you down,
knocks you out,
brings a fake wave of normalcy,
but don't be fooled

take it away,
and I'm still dead inside,
give me too much,
and I'll get hooked,
Prozac doesn't work magic,
it hides the truth

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  • 13 years ago

    by Sigoney Holder

    Really good description I felt your lonliness through your words.

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