There’s No Amount of Meds

That can get rid of this girl,

The paralyzed one,

Internally screaming,

Get up!

Move Bitch!

Do something different!

Screaaaaaam into the abyss,

Because is there something other

Other than the abyss,

Or was that just the psychedelics?

There’s no amount of meds,

To close the door of wonder,

To slap the hand that peels

Back the curtain,

Leave it girl! It’s in the past!

Get up, Bitch.

There’s no amount of therapy,

That will quiet her forever,

Time and time again,

I am here knowing,

Deep down only in,

Death is there

Quiet.