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.