Brittany Jo

I’m a broken soul, so they send me to the pharmacy

And god i wish they’d realize the pharmacy is harming me

I’m begging for their love, but sent away with doctors scribble

The thought of taking one more pill makes my insides wriggle


Prescription drugs to mend my ill mind, but further it has weakened 

Although those opened wounds have healed it feels as if they’ve deepened

Continually filled with drugs so my mental is where it’s suppose to be

But perhaps all I truly need is someone to get close to me


  • Author: Brittany Jo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2018 13:32
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  • Edthepoet

    Fine poetry skills Brittany Jo. A new awareness gained from a negative experience is the sign of a strong mind..not a weakened one.

    • Brittany Jo

      You’re very right, thank you!

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