Medicines

There is days when I feel like I have to flee,
but it's always impossible to hide this torment.
I've suffered moments when there's only one chance I see,
that I should procure some treatment.

My anxiety could be healed by some medicine,
but there is no medicine to take off my love for you.
I fear pills for they could become a dependence on mine,
eventually they'd make me leave me cue.

I'm going more down caused by every paralyzing vision,
hardly nothing can make me feel healing numb.
I noticed I must be near collapsing to the depression,
but I decided to stay dumb.

What I feel inside may be a piece of hell,
none understands how this all kills.
I wonder will you harass me until I yell;
'Help me pills'.

I've had a life I succeeded to destroy,
only because of one poor boy.