Whenever I feel myself falling apart,
Trembling with fear,
Trying to catch my breath as I coil up in my bed,
I take those happy pills.
Whenever I find myself in a place where all I can think about is slitting my wrists and bleeding to death,
I take those happy pills.
Whenever I start thinking about how I do not deserve to be where I am and how I've let people down,
I take those happy pills.
Whenever I want you isolate myself from the terrors of this world and the wicked, immoral creatures it has,
I take those happy pills.
But do they make me happy?
Instead of thinking about this I take those happy pills.
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PoetryIf you're into reading cliché teenage poems (relatable tho) and you have absolutely nothing to do in this damned world, then you're welcome
