The Placebo Effect
you bite your tongue
and hope he's wrong
you hope he's wrong
you pull your hair
in your despair
for once something is harder
than the rock that you've lived under
and your mental disorder
you and your mind in your man-made borders
he's not the cure for your sickness
just a disease disguised as bliss
there is blood in the sink
there are pills on your tongue
your window is open in hope that he'll come
you're shaking with fear
he whispers in your ear,
"kill me or you will suffer"
leave your mother
leave your father
love them dearly
kiss them sincerely
you are sick
he's not the cure for your sickness
just a disease disguised as bliss
your friends don't know you're throwing up
Unisom, will you give me some
the girl who broke her leg sits out
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017
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