Woke up Tuesday morning
With a knife in my back
Peel it down
Peel the flesh
I'm coming down
Silently, like a limp,
Empty red balloon
The pressure was put upon me
On and on, til it thinks
It has me
Tries and tries, thinking
In some way it can trick me
The pressure was put upon me
Pressure with a capital P,
The same P printed
On the tiny pills
Tiny pressure-Prozac filled pills
Forced down,
To break me down again,
But it's okay
The truth is on my lips
I'm okay yeah, yeah, yeah,
I gotta be,
I have no choice
I have no say
On my decay
I have no choice
I have no say
Yeah, Yeah, I'm perfectly,
One hundred percent
Okay with my decay
I have no choice,
I have no say
I'm Okay with my decay
I'm okay with this decay,
I'm okay,
I'm okay,
I'm okay,
I'm okay, with this decay.
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yep, another therapy thing
Written December 17th, 2004
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this is beautiful
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wow this was good...I never looked at pills that way...great way at showing pressure can be in the tiniest of things. I hope this is helping you and keep writings
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Well hopefully you're getting better hunni.I liked this it just scares me a bit.Anywayz loved this lots.
Hugs.
Mandi -
Dude...is the therapy writing working? i hope you get better!! But, as for your poem, I liked this--the repetition made things more solid - you can't exactly ignore something when it repeats itself, so things stuck out awesomely. Keep it up
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Wow that is definitely one way to look at pills...and I can understand about the pressure that is on you to take them, the same as the pressure to cut and the reference to the knife.It won't do you any good darlin remember that k?
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