It's not the kind of sadness which makes you want to cry all the time,
But the kind of sadness that overwhelms your senses so much,
You began to question your sanity
You lost touch with all your emotions.
Venlafaxine in the day
A little white pill,
Promising you no more break downs.
Sertraline in the evening
Two little blue pills,
Selling you dopamine and fake smiles.
Quetiapine in the night
Three little pink pills,
Swearing that you'll be in control.
Those lies they feed you
False hope sold in crazy little pills,
I still clutch the bottle of gas
Dreaming of normalcy,
Cradling a razor blade on broken skin
I smile like a fool.
