All these sleepless nights are making me lose my mind. They told me to take these pills and I'll be fine. I take them every night, yet I still toss and turn in my bed, as all the memories are pounding in my head. All the what ifs, all the whys, all the why nots. I still have to fake my smiles. I have to act like I'm okay. I wonder if I'll ever be truly happy.
It's been two months and the Prozac still hasn't worked...