Take The Pill
My pills make me sicker and sadder
Far sadder
But they make me a better artist
So it seems
When I took them, my friends would run to me
They would say, “I saw your new stuff- it’s fantastic!"
But now that I’ve quit, that never happens anymore
Yet I still get sad and I still get sick
So these dumb pills might be what I still need
They made me passionate to a stupid degree
But I’ll need that uninhibited emotion
Soon enough
I guess my demons aren’t all bad
I must take this tragedy
And own it.
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