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Medication
written by ieatsmellysocks01:46 PM 2/19/05Ive got a little orange
Form thats going to seal my fate
Crying in the corner
Saying that its too late
They are giving me some pills
And sendinng me for therapy
But i refuse to talk
And i wont let them help me.
He said that he cant help me
If i dont even say a thing
But my lips are sealed
Im just so tired of living.
My grades are ok
And friends are good
Yet im still not happy
And its so misunderstood
Today i am happy
And everythings ok
A minute later miserable
And cry for seven days
Ive tried and tried so hard
But i always seem to fail
My sister sees it in my eyes
When i bring her the mail
Got a little orange form
And several pill bottles too
But if i dont open my mouth
Theres nothing they can do
Im refusing to talk
Wont eat wont sleep
Tired sad and lonely
And in too deep
The orange form wont save me
But making me talk will
Ive been building it up inside
I cant be saved by a pill
Im not going to talk
So i know i'll never be healed
Planned my own suicide
And still,my lips are sealed. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Comment if you want.Its all true anyway,medication isnt going to save me.They said they cant help me if i dont let them.I cant trust them enough.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by shaunnas_donna_143 (2-19-2005 - 02:22 PM)
| I liked your poem reminds me of me |
by trulybroken57 (2-19-2005 - 03:32 PM)
| u r so me its not even funny. they took me to get help, and now they wanna put me on meds for depression, i feel the same way |
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