They tell me it’s the lesser of two evils
But I’m not sure that’s a fact
Sometimes I think it’s best to leave you to your demons
They’ve got you this far in tact
Either way I can’t stop the progression
This deadly routine’s for your own protection
There are no winners here, there’s far too much at stake
Do I stand by and let them feed you to the rattlesnake?
When I know it’s eating you up inside
Like a private supply of cyanide
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
I see you today but who knows where you’ll be tomorrow
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
Slipping through my fingers to a place that I can’t follow
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
Your own private cyanide’s a bitter pill to swallow
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
I know there’ll be times that you will disagree
But just between you and me
When they tell us over again that two’s company
I feel like we are three
But they don’t matter, all my objections
This deadly routine‘s become your obsession
There are no winners here, there’s far too much at stake
Do I stand by and let them feed you to the rattlesnake?
And I know they’re killing you from inside
Like a private supply of cyanide
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
I see you today but who knows where you’ll be tomorrow
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
Slipping through my fingers to a place that I can’t follow
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
Your own private cyanide’s a bitter pill to swallow
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
Every day I see you drift further away
And there’s only so much I can pray
I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
Soon you’ll disappear without a trace
Going, going, gone (going, going, gone)
Copyright © SabreLi
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another one written with multiple interpretations is mind, but mostly about someone suffering from ill mental health whose medication changes them so much they are not the same person any more, and wondering if it is actually worth taking the meds or suffering on without them. Is the cost too great; to sacrifice your self for a few moments of 'normality' when we don't even know what that is?
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Great write.. SabreLi
Many thanks as always, N 😀 xx
It has got to be difficult to struggle with "sanity" as defined by others and what is your own reality. The ambivalence here clearly shows with a struggle between parts of self, now considering a third medicated self. (Hope I made sense) Well done. Hugs.
You made perfect sense, A, which I appreciate greatly since it is a difficult subject to deal with, but even more so to depict. I'm so glad you took the time to read and comment, really gives me the confidence to explore more somewhat 'taboo' topics 😀 xx
This struck a cord with me, because I myself am struggling with this. Currently unmedicated tho, its a double edged sword and it feels as if there are no right answers as to what should be done. Some really awesome things come out of me unmedicated, but im also impossible.
I'm really glad it spoke to you - I am struggling myself and writing really helps me. I don't normally write such black and white messages, but as I have mentioned in a few comments lately I am experiementing and trying to broaden my influences and writing. You're right, there are no right answers, you can only do what's best for you for as long as you can and hope for the best (and make the most out of your creativity!) xx
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