Logic says to me,
"You've really gotten better!
You don't breakdown so often
You smile more."
Yeah, its the medication!
It says, "You handle things with grace
and don't fly off the handle.
You aren't so easily angered."
Yeah, its the medication!
It says, "Yeah, your emotions are foggy
but at least you aren't crazy.
I bet it's hard to feel things, but
you aren't crying all the time.
And you haven't collapsed in bed
and begged to die.
Or at least, its been a while."
Yeah, its the medication.
"Why do you have tears in your eyes
and why aren't they falling?
Does it feel like your chest is made of concrete?
Like a sneeze that hurts but it just won't happen?
Can you feel the attack waiting in the corner
leaving you with dread and adrenaline?"
Yeah, its the medication.
"Seroquel for seratonin
Buspirone to breath,
and ****** to calm down.
So what could go wrong?
Is it bad to not be able to feel
even though you know you have the right to?
And your chest feels heavy and full
like an awning with too much water
and you kind of want it to collapse
because you so badly want to remember how to cry
And the blackness you were so afraid of
seems like home
and you're homesick?"
Yeah, its the medication.
