pills were problems
you religiously took
every day with a glass of water,
plastically bottled and prescribed
promising to make life better in time,
when instead you are injecting liquid melancholy into your veins
until all that remains
is the grey shade of your personality,
colors diluted into normality
for where there is sunshine, there also are shadows
yet when the skies are overcast,
all is the same.
But I miss your crazy like crazy,
seeing you empty makes me insane
being vibrant should not be an illness,
when it is a choice, not a disadvantage.
We are told not to discriminate,
and rightly so,
people would protest
if those with different skin tones
had to paint themselves until we all looked the same,
so why are you forced to take
medication that erases your soul
just because others can't control
your screams and your tears
when all you need is someone to hold your hand
and soothe your fears.
They don't understand that though pills stop you from crying
they prevent you from smiling
but I do.
problems were pills
and once the container was empty
you'd be cured forever.
I'd drink them all down without a second thought
if it would mean you'd be free
to laugh and love and run wildly,
I'd overdose twice.
You know I'm here for you always,
I'll never leave your side,
so please put the bottle down
and come back
come back to me.
Because I don't mind if you are mad
that makes two,
I am madly in love with you.