Down the hatch, down the hatch
with that pill the doctor said would cure a mind,
of all thoughts of jumping off the bridge or an insecure time
a month has passed, ready for the next batch
antidepressants til the day you die,
for masking yourself is the way to get by.
you told yourself you'd be fine without them,
but one day, a week you feel the dark thoughts creeping up your brain stem