Change
What will happen to me
after this pain is gone?
They tell me to never change,
but the world changes every day,
and change is constant.
I'm secluded in my depression,
and my mind is set on auto-pilot.
This numbness is my aggression.
I can stash it away but never hide it.
A cure equals a weakness
and dependence on drugs which alter my being,
but change is constant.
How can I escape my fate
when it isn’t even known?
These paths keep winding down a lonely road,
but I'm going in circles.
And change is constant!
I've dealt with this for 11 years,
and nothing helps. It's still the same.
I've wiped away a hundred tears,
but it doesn't help with the pain.
And I thought change was constant!
So why am I still this way?
Too many doctors, and too many pills.
But it's still and still and still the same!
On and on with this goddamn pain!
Where is my needed change?
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