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TO BE HAPPY
ah, to have some happiness
i wish for only that now
yet people think i have it
if i do i wonder how
and when

but then i can't help but remember
that placed on the shelf
next to
the asprin i love
the prozac
is there to help me force smiles
that would otherwise crumple and die
in the shadows of my dark eyes

and the joy shines brighter
than the dulled sun above
and yet all in all
it feels empty and frail

like the smile simply drawled
across my pale face
just as a crippled line
made with child's hands
and black crayons

crayons are such amazing things
the brightness of yellows
blues and greens
but all seem strangely grey to me
unless i have my
prozac

now don't get me wrong
i'm not addidcted!
simply dependant as one might say
sure i may pop a couple of extra
today
but anything's better
than the dark hell to pay
if i don't have my

prozac