At first I was a little effexor,
though my pulse hurried to get cipralex.
My dreams were ****** and clonex,
so trazodone I could barely feel my fingertips,
yet zodorm enough to wake up in a cuckoo's nest.
Pulling me out of my psychiatric diagnosis
was never as easy as pulling me out of my morals
and clothes.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
At first I was a little effexor,
though my pulse hurried to get cipralex.
My dreams were ****** and clonex,
so trazodone I could barely feel my fingertips,
yet zodorm enough to wake up in a cuckoo's nest.
Pulling me out of my psychiatric diagnosis
was never as easy as pulling me out of my morals
and clothes.