Lost in the medication

Death of my inner being......

Doctors in their long lab coats,
A master's degree from who knows what school.

They now have the right to poke and prob,
Tell you to do this and that in order to survive.

You're depressed they say...Oh no, take these pills,
In a few weeks they'll change your will.

Rather then waking and knowing what my day will bring,
I'm an empty shell, withdrawing from all my friends.

Somedays I still want to cry,
But no tears will fall from my eyes.

This is why I refrained from pills for so long,
It's taken who I am, and my soul no longer dances to the same song.

I'm an empty shell of no emotion or desire,
No energy or life to admire.

I am a captive of my own medication,
Doomed to live in my own damnation!

Prozac Nation....