This is a story
Mental health care in all of its glory
This kid, well, he had some problems
And his parents didn't know how to solve em
So they shoved their kid in therapy
Hoping it would give him some clarity
Doc claims he has depression
Said he shows signs of aggression
Shoved Xanax down his throat
Forcing him to cope
It made him so numb
He didn't know what he'd become
Yeah, the aggression was gone
But the meds were all wrong
Told the doc he felt nothing
Told the doc he'd started cutting
It was the only way to feel
The only way to know what was real
So, they stopped the current medicine and gave him a new pill
But Zoloft made him ill
The cycle continued for months on end
If the meds didn't work, start again
He wasn't even living
But the pills they kept giving
A hollow shell, a walking corpse
His brain turned to mush from all the medicine they force
When does it end?
Is he supposed to pretend?
It's been a year and nothing's worked
He has no energy left to exert
His will to fight has faded
Lost in a hollow state the meds created
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Aphenphosmphobia
PoetryAphenphosmphobia : the fear of being touched To some degree, I think we all fear being touched, whether physically or emotionally. Through poetry, one can touch another's soul without harm. I hope to be able to reach all of you with my poetry, spre...
