:Distorted Beauty

"So I Went To a Doctor"

My psychiatrist gave me some pills

To stop the neurotic breakdowns going on in my head.

I told her what was wrong with me and she listened,

And looked at me with curious, yet understanding eyes.

I think I might be depressed I tell her,

I can't get out of bed

My room is a mess

I'm always in distress

Not to be morbid,

But would the world be so bad if I were dead.

I slouched in my seat

And she scribbled some stuff on a notepad.

"This is an easy case, just take these two pills,

And everything will be just grand..

72 hours later the prescription was ready,

I popped two in my mouth just an hour before going to bed.

I woke up the next morning feeling more exhausted than usual

More out of it than usual.

Before I didn't feel like getting out of bed

But now I really couldn't.

Everytime I tried to wake,

My eyes will shut again

Everytime I tried to get up,

My body would roll back into bed yet again.

I went back to the psychiatrist and told her the pills weren't working

"I felt sedated and confined,

I couldn't work, couldn't eat,

Just slept the whole damn time"

She beamed with excitement "Yay! The pills are working

There's no pain when your dreaming

I'll bet that you weren't depressed not one time while you were sleeping.