I wake in agony every day.
I take pills to make me smile,
Because I saw humanities true face,
And it’s ever so vile.
I pop in pills that were
Made in a lab.
They give me a manufactured joy
Or I would be overwhelmingly sad.
Doctors, mentors, teachers and councillors,
All have tried to help, all have done their part.
But I am still depressed, lying in bed
With bad memories, and arm full of scars.