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...