It’s tiny,
It’s blue,
A circular thing,
Slip it down your throat,
And somehow happiness it brings
Imprints on both sides,
Tells you what it is,
Where it’s from, what it does, and that it’s not for kids.
Does is make you joyful?
Or just make you numb?
You don’t care, it helps,
And you’re too **** young,
To feel these things,
To walk these roads,
To lie through your teeth to clean another's ***** nose.
But no, it’s not like that,
They say it’s not your fault,
Something switched inside your head when you took that fall.
You’re not yourself,
You don’t know why,
Maybe it’s the meds,
Maybe it’s the time.
But don’t fool yourself,
You gotta give it up,
You gotta get your feelings back so you’re not just numb.
You could stop today,
Just throw it away,
But you know it’ll help tomorrow,
Like it did today.
You could slowly stop,
Keep lowering in halves,
But you’re afraid the end of that will bring the nightmare back.
You want to blame yourself,
You always do,
They say it’s not your fault,
It just happened to you.
But they don’t know what it’s like,
Waking up everyday,
Scared, Panic, feeling insane.
Until that little blue circle,
Flips some switch in your brain.
So you’ll continue the path,
Cause numb is better than dark,
Nervous, depressed, not a flame just a spark.
And who knows when,
But the day will come,
When you’ll have to put up a fight,
Against the little blue one.
No prize for the winner,
No trophy,
No fame,
Only life as it should be,
How you should remain.