The happy pills drive away the abyss
But doesn’t keep it away forever
The pills don’t hit their target: They just miss
I can’t win - And nothing’s getting better
The happy pills just aren’t doing their job
They’re making things worse: They increase my frown
Feelings of catastrophe sparks a sob
Into a sea of black. Prepared to drown
Once cheerful memories are now hazy
Familiar faces have now vaporised
I just hope they are all thinking of me
As on this endless losing streak I ride
Better off dead – The realisation hit
Heavens falling down taking me with it
4th June 2007
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