The Medication Is Necessary Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The happy pill.
Diagnosing something one can not see.
A wound that doesn't visibly bleed.
Does it make it any less real?
An how do you get it to heal?
Sometimes the only cure is daily medication.

The happy pill.
A silent suicide attempt.
Why is it so many go unheard.
Statistics, the deliverer so many verdicts.
Yet in poverty you are never reached.

The happy pill.
Just give me the happy pill.
Make me feel just a little better.
Tired everyday, not wanting to get up face anything.
The motivation declines.
And we stop for just one second too hit rewind.
Looking back, looking for a cause.

When their is really is none at all.
A chemical imbalance in the brain.
Not enough serotonin.
A smile, a laugh, ambition to do something, to do anything.
Why is it do so many of us judge this as fictitious disease.
Let me guess you one of those that don't believe in anxiety or add either.

Well they exist, in both mild and major cases.
I faced all three, I beat everyone but my anxiety.
No drugs needed so I thought.
But what if you can't get in a car without freaking out.
Heart beating out of your chest, what if I hit that guy.
What if I cause him to crash and he dies.

A true phobia, and sudden panic attacks.
And I'm doing this right, I must hurry up, oops too much, oops too soon.
How do you keep it under control without meds?
How do you keep focused, when your mind is racing.
Is it even possible?

Next thing I know I got to pull over this car cause I'm hyperventilating.
Getting into the fresh air and smoking two cigarettes just to calm my nerves.
I know what your thinking it is not really fresh air if your smoking a cigarettes.
Fresh air I consider in this terminology anything thats is outside the car.

So why do I need a drug for this.
Because your life is in danger without it.
Not just mine.
So next time you see that person taking their anxiety, depression, or add, medication just remember that before you pass your judgments.