It's like a landfill of thoughts
That just go to waste
Her mind is a stomach
With nothing else to taste
Pills don't make it better,
It just creates more problems
They always alter her thinking
So she can't go and solve them
They hop her up on drugs
So that way it's easy
Even though she tells them
They still make her mind queasy
She's musically inclined
It helps the suppression
But oh how the voices tell her
She doesn't have depression
Lyrics in her brain
A song in her heart
How the music saves her
When her mind is falling apart
It happens most of the time
When she hides inside her mind
How her depression greets her
With a smile that is so kind
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Slightly Poetic Rants
PoetryI've been getting back into poetry lately, and this is the result of what happened when my mind is caged for so long.
