Sonnet Sundays: Lithium
Take one pill to make me happy
Then why do I feel so crappy
Wicked thoughts darker than before
Slicing my arms up even more
Shallow with no one to confide
All I think of is suicide
Every feeling becomes my fault
As the doctor says, it’s just salt
Lithium making you stronger
They couldn’t be any wronger
Left alone in this shitty mood
In this personal hell, I brood
Thinking of my final letter
I’m not getting any better
So take the pill just one more time
Before I do this heinous crime
The doctor ignores what I’ve said
They won’t give a shit when I’m dead
Lithium doesn’t do a thing
Now I can’t hear the angels sing
Please, doctor, please change the pill
The nightmares are happening still
It takes some time is what he sees
God won’t he even hear my pleas
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