Free Yourself

by ♥•oOo Nikki oOo•♥©   Apr 7, 2005


Heavily Medicated
In Hopes Of My Suppress
3 Types Of Pills Prescribed
I'm "Clinically" Depressed

Robotic Pills
That Leave Me With No Feelings
I'm Not In Touch With Sadness
The Pills Erase All Dealings

I Rarely Cry
I Feel Zombie Related
I Ly In Class Awake
Mentally Sedated

The Pills Erase Reality
And Some Of My Gruesome Pain
But When It Fades Away
Everything Remains

If You Can Relate
Toss The Pills To The Trash
Free Yourself
Don't Let The Pain Surpass

Its Easier Living Pain
Then Pretending You Don't See
All The Hell You Avoid Dealing
Will Always Somehow Be

When Your Aching Of Pain
And You See Pills On The Shelf
Pick Up a Tissue And Cry
And Somehow Free Yourself

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