My Crutch on The Island
If I was stranded on an island never to return to society again
The only way I would survive is if I had a never-ending supply of my antidepressant
The waves would less choppy and the waters would be less frigid
The wind would whisper instead of scream and the storms would seem less intimidating
The sun would kiss my skin much more softly and paint pictures that even the most gifted artist could not imitate
The moon would never hide but would comfort me whenever sleep chose to evade me
The stars never sing me a dull lullaby but would grant me infinite wishes since they would all be shooting
Antidepressants are not magic but they are of great assistance to me