People say medication is a good way to sway many feelings. But all it does is kill the brain as it runs through your veins. Let the Lord show me the way out of this hating life burning eyes and pain state. Don't get me wrong through the pain there is a happy girl. But it is a bad bad world. The monsters in her brain are telling her to endure the pain. Let's crush the darkness as it sleeps and leave the waking world to mend. I feel like I've been sold at an auction table. I'm feeling a bit unstable. A bit unable to admit that I'm not strong. What do you think of my poem? Honestly please? :)