Sick brains

Here's a pill for you ladies and gents

Who want to dull their sick brain

So that you no longer feel insane

This pill it seems it's forced upon me

To heal the mind placed upon me

It makes me feel odd, between good and bad

Many times extremely sad

I ask if I can stop using it

They say once i'm no longer losing it

But the worst part is something other

It takes away what was given by my mother

The ability to think on my own

To be inside my brain alone

This pill meant to help with mental health

Causes me to lose myself

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

That is a brilliant poem. You've expressed your story very well (brilliantly in fact) and done a great job with rhyming and meter. Stay inspired! :)

[K.M]

Oh my holy heck... I am in love with this poem! I have felt the same exact way about my anti-depressant. The doctors always say it will help, but sometimes it never does. And sometimes it makes the problem worse. I appreciate you writing about this so much, because this is a re-occurring problem in todays society. people need to realize that taking pills has less to do with pain, and has more to do with sanity. Because to be honest, 99% of peoples minds are the things that are making them hurt and go crazy. That is the reason why people shoot themselves in the head to commit suicide, they do that because that is where it is hurting the most. They shoot themselves in the head to get rid of that pain. But you know... this life is only a knot in a rope that leads on into infinity. So keep holding on, and we will both make it through together. Once again great poem, and keep writing. Because your pen will save you. And if you need extra help, I'll be here to save you too. -Kenzie