Medicated

They gave me pills and told me I'd feel better,
They said it might take some time,
But 'some time' is a long time to fight a battle with yourself,
Especially when you're alone,

And I don't want to take more medicine,
Every pill they've tried makes me feel worse,
Every one I take makes me feel more like a failure,
Having to counteract what goes on in my mind,

But the pills are supposed to help,
They balance the chemicals in your brain,
They can be used as a crutch,
Until your mind becomes a safe place,

I don't want to rely on pills,
To get out of bed,
To able to sleep,
To want to eat,

But that's the point I'm at,
And I have to accept that,
Even though I feel bad now,
Maybe these little white pills will help turn things around.

By: Alyssa