As I sit here, waiting
for the medicine to kick in
I start singing jumbled rhymes in my head:
One little pill to stop the mood swings.
and another to stop the cutting.
Add on another three to make me happy,
and on top of that, another two
to make me feel numb.
Maybe lithium does make me dumb,
but
I'd rather be comfortable
with a false sense of happiness
then where I was a year ago
waiting for the medicine to kick in
and take me away.