A Depressing State Of Affairs

A medicated rag doll,
Is what I am now.
No sleep, no food
Just pills and "Treatment".
To keep me happy is what they say
When it just drags me down more.

A higher dose and I cant help but grow lethargic.

Twice and sometimes three times a day,
Tuesdays its the red and thursday i got blue.

A liability to the public its how they see me.
Less a person, more an animal.
They're watching my every move.
I cant go a second,
Thinking i'll not pull out of this one.

A veil of despair
A sarcastic since of loneliness
The difference? at times like these
Emotions just blend together.

Ive tried so hard.
But in giving up,
Ive seen a success that none will ever know.
These dead ends must lead somewhere.

There has to be more than this...