Wish i was sad

No tears left
no words or pain
the life i live
is so mundane

when I'm down
and want to die
poetic words are in
the tears i cry

pain and hate
like blood it flows
through my pen
down on paper it goes

Prozac has help to numb
the demons in my mind
sometimes i wish they were still there
they help pass the time

with the pills i take
doctors say no more depression in my life
but all they did was take
away my poetic drive

with my friends
I'm joyful and gay
but I'm dying inside
without words to say

build a bridge
over my lake
now the shortcut across my feelings
is the path i take