Sing For Effexor
If I act depressed, will I get some?
Must I be more depressed the next time I come?
Must I be at death’s door?
Must I be laying inert on the floor?
Must I weep and must I moan?
Must my entire body groan?
Must I sleep all day and do little else besides?
Must I throw up to prove it’s effecting my insides?
Must I have fights in my relationships?
Must I be eating little but chips?
Must I be moaning I want to die?
Must I make a suicide try?
I need these pills. I need them now.
I want to get them, but don’t know how.
I’m functioning normally but get depressed
and also very very stressed.
My house is clean and my kids are fed
but really, all I want to do is go to bed.
I can’t stand the horrible thoughts in my head.
And the rest of me feels heavy as lead.
I have no motivation. I just force myself.
I have to put my laziness on the shelf.
But really, I don’t enjoy my life.
I want to end it, maybe with a knife.
But that’s too painful. Maybe one of the rifles.
I feel guilty because my problems are just trifles.
Wow, look at me. I’m contemplating dying.
Now my doctor will hopefully not think I’m lying.
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