I know this is a terrible poem (I wrote it in 3 minutes), but I felt like expressing myself.

[tubular_turnip]

I don't want to put them in my mouth;

the little pills that taste like ash and broken dreams.

I don't want to swallow that poison,

but I'm forced to, it seems.

I don't want them to hit my stomach;

the little pills of dejection and of mind-control.

They swim up inside my brain,

they get into my soul.

Suddenly, I am under their thumb.
Suddenly, I am

Comments

[topsyturvy]

I don't think I know you without the pills. You've been on them since we met, no? Its hard to say anything of comfort because if they make you not want to go on a killing spree, I guess that's a good thing, right? I have no idea if you are insane, but I know the gal I love and spend time with isn't crazy. She's an extraordinary person with individual thinking that could, in all honesty, change the world (in my opinon, anyway).

Are you going to need them for the rest of your life, or is there some way to ween you off of them? Maybe they're trying to control you. Maybe they're trying to help you. I have no idea. I hate pills. They make me gag. But I'd take half of them for you in a heartbeat.

Who's to say what normal is, anyway?

<3

[razrbladekiss44]

You're not insane. Youre awesome and you think for yourself and you don't change for anyone. I love who you are. You are not crazy. Crazy fun? Yes. Crazy smart? Yes. Actually crazy? NO.

You are misunderstood, though. I definately am.

Love you,
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