I have a dilemma in heart and mind My brain to me is so unkind Do I suppress my evil thoughts With a measly prescription, store bought? Iβm staying strong for him But some days depression wins And my anger bubbles up So instead I wash it down with a cup Of water and a little nauseating pill Itβs blue and powerful, it often makes me ill I worry to start again Because I could barely stop back then Itβs not worth the toll So I flush them down the toilet bowl