It's Not WorkingMature

About how my medication isn't working.

It's Not Working

Thanks to you
I was broken and abused
I was ruined and hurt
You used me and threw me in the dirt

Now I’m dealing with the pain you inflicted
And my life is restricted

I had to start taking medicine for my pain

It started to work I felt better
But now its not and I feel under the weather

But here I go again
Sitting in my dark room wishing I was dead

Isolating myself in my room where I’m safe

Away from anyone else
Where I don’t have to worry about conversations

I want to lie here and never move
I have no motive anymore
Except to cry on the floor.

I don’t know why this medication isn’t working
Am I not meant to be happy?

The End

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