Prozac and Pills


I always loved to help.

So when I woke up for work,

At four in the morning,

And got socks from my sister's room,

I wondered why she didn't ask to talk,

Before taking 3 bottles of prozac and pills.


It's amazing how the prozac,

And pills meant to help caused,

2 long green moniter lines,

'Charge 300. Ready, CLEAR!'

3 bottles, 2 deaths,

One life almost wasn't saved.


My dream job,

Is to learn how to help.

To find pain like hers,

And help to heal it,

Before more lives are taken,

By prozac and pills



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