Zoloft & Buspar, maybe three more Xanax,
Effixor, Codone, and a pound of Prozac.
All Vicadin does is leave my brain fried,
The only peace I can find is in suicide.
I could swallow nitro-glycerin, and jump from a tree,
Or blow up form the inside, full of Pop Rocks, Diet Pepsi.
Sew up my mouth, no eating, grow thinner and thinner,
Until I die of malnutrition, never mind time for dinner.
As I sat and counted the peas on my plate,
I finally realized that I could control my fate!
I looked across the table at my momma and my pop,
Their two oblivious smiles made my depressed thought stream stop.
My momma looked at me an asked, â€œWhat did you do today?â€