Tomorrow morning,
The start of a brand new me,
Chemical imbalance?
I don't think so.
I'll smile at my friends
With Sertraline dripping from my lips,
Tiny pills of happiness,
Or as my doctor says
"Control drugs"
If you say so.
One every morning,
Nine months straight,
My brain will feed,
My heart will mend,
But the scars will remain.
The pain will be erased,
But I will never forget,
I will never forget
The torture,
Throwing myself in all directions,
Trapped and alone,
Confined in a dark box somewhere
At the farthest edges of my subconsciousness.

A simple pill may be able to tie my depressive state to a chair
And put a gag in it's mouth,
But it will never silence it's presence.

a mellow day of sweet sorrow
wondering if there'll ever be a better tomorrow

i never realized that i could be so helpless
thinking worse, leaving me breathless

a wave of shock runs through my body,
the same face presented like a carbon copy  

that's when it disconnected
the phone dropped and the news was unexpected


-m.n.

it is not the time I spent with you that i wish i still had.
It's the lost time spent with you that I wish I could have back

I've given up my sin, what I thought I knew
for something sweeter
something new

light beams of faith
being stretched before my eyes-
the worlds a tough place
and there's no where to hide...
to where to run to
no way to escape,
the moment of change
i must learn to embrace-
hold still with a passion
that there is a greater reason
something with meaning-
a reason for believing.
a balancing act
between
what's real and what's fake
a hopeless romantic
a heart that's free to the take
i'm in between the life that I am living
the vision of who I want to be
and the life that I am given.