the pain of meds

Cold morning light, filtering through the blinds, another day begins Under the weight of Sertraline, where do all my feelings spin? A half-empty mug of tea, the same old melody in my head A couple Prozacs in, maybe I’ll feel nothing instead The city sleeps outside, but my mind is wide awake, just numb the world keeps spinning faster, but I’m perfectly still, I guess Just trying to find a flicker, in this endless emptiness. Under the weight of Sertraline, a modern rhythm starts to beat A couple Prozacs, now I'm pumping dopamine, but nothing feels complete Lost in the mundane moments, can’t even raise a frown My voice is a little hazy, I'm screaming for an echo, 'cause this numbness has become my all Staring at the ceiling, counting cracks, but not the tears About how I'm doing just fine, silencing all my fears They tell me to get out more, to find some joy and peace But sometimes this quiet void is the only true release And this medicine, it's a muffle, a filter on the pain Keeping me perfectly steady, through the sunshine and the rain But there's no longing for a crescendo, just a flat, unchanging line Please, God, just break this feeling, I need a true design Maybe it’s just me, this numbness, this endless, drifting haze I'm begging for a feeling, through these long and empty days No burst of pure emotion, no harmony so sweet Just this quiet stillness, perfectly incomplete. Caught in this modern feeling, won't a real feeling ever come? I just want to feel! Under the weight, but I'm still playing, still trying to find my way Through the bittersweet echoes, at the end of every day.