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Look What I Found on My Windshield

I found a note on my windshield
Telling me I need to stop
Popping pills every single day
Little do they know
I can’t survive without those pills
Do they want me to be depressed?

I remember how each day I was depressed
How I just wanted to bash my head through my windshield
I’d have to tell myself to stop
And survive the agony every single day
As if they could ever know
What it’s like without the pills

You tell yourself you don’t need the pills
All the time you just want to stop 
But there you are still depressed
It’s like looking through a rainy windshield
How would you ever know?
The ways I didn’t feel every single day

And there you are every single day
Laying in bed depressed
Like they’d ever know
What it’s like to look through the windshield
So I go and take the pills
And you want me to stop?

I wish I could stop
Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want the pills?
I hate that I rely on them every single day
But I don’t want to go back to being depressed
I wish I could let you know
What it’s like to be trapped behind a windshield

What it looks like behind the windshield?
Everyone thinks they know
They look through one every single day
But they never actually stop
And realize that they don’t need pills
To keep themselves from being depressed

So please stop putting notes about pills
On my windshield every single day
Like you know what it’s like to be depressed

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Date: 1/20/2019 6:59:00 PM
I never know the right words to say about someone's work especially when it feels so raw & personal but your poem struck me, grabbed me and feel such a connection. Thank you for sharing it with us. Lisa
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