Prozac


A powerful little pill,
Calming the anxiety built up,
Numbing the sadness and pain,
But it still doesn't mean a thing

Take it away,
And I'm still broken,
Give me too much,
And I'll be flying,
Prozac doesn't work magic,
It just stabilizes

Holds you down,
Knocks you out,
Brings a fake wave of normalcy,
But don't be fooled

Take it away,
And I'm still dead inside,
Give me too much,
And I'll be hooked,
Prozac doesn't work magic,
It just hides the truth

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