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