Sedation

by Crimson Juliet   Jul 2, 2005


I'm sick of the bad days
sick and tired of the sorrow
I've endured through today
I'm sure I'll go through tomorrow

sick of waiting for a change
when I know it's not coming
sick of the pain that's too real
which is, as of now, almost numbing

but you can't catch this sickness
as you may have already guessed
this is a sickness of the mind
yes.. I'm saying I'm.. depressed

but there is a cure
but I wont take medication
you'll have to hold me down
give me heavy sedation

I'm sick of the pills
sick of this life
I figure without either
I won't even need a knife...

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