to my medications

Without you, I do naught but cry sad tears.
My life is naught but desparation's glare
and I live in a shell not of my own.

But, I can write, I write beautiful things.
Love speaks throug to make even hardness cry.
(I tremble when words fall upon paper)

Without you, I do naught but sit in my room,
thoughts spinning to find much needed release,
for they are so fast they trip over mee.

WIth you, my mind is numb to my words.
I hear them in the distance, seeking me,
longing for escape only I can give.

With you, I am considered sanity.
No longer disgraced by society,
no longer looked upon with such disdain.

With you, I can do naught but sit in lonely rooms,
seeking escape from what numbs my heart's soul.
With you, I wonder the reason for life.