Medicated, Work In Progress
Medicated with the sweet and calming taste of sleep,
Drugged with just a half a pill, that shuts your brain off, slowly and slowly,
Just as each department closes for the night another feeling creeps towards the surface,
Thoughts and feelings that wished they could’ve came out and played while you were wide awake
Haunt you, open your mind wide while all the responsibles went to bed,
with many “You should’ve, You could’ve, why didn’t you’s” echoed through the empty rooms,
Telling you to just do it, but when they have to disappear for the morning they hide,
leaving you clueless and all alone.
It’s easier to just be medicated and drugged,
All of the voices come out to play, and you’re not stuck clueless,
all the should’ve, could’ve, why didn’t you’s, turn into you did.
Copyright © Jillian Conway | Year Posted 2014
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