Sonnet Sundays: Lithium

Take one pill to make me happy

Then why do I feel so crappy

Wicked thoughts darker than before

Slicing my arms up even more

Shallow with no one to confide

All I think of is suicide

Every feeling becomes my fault

As the doctor says, it’s just salt

Lithium making you stronger

They couldn’t be any wronger

Left alone in this shitty mood

In this personal hell, I brood

Thinking of my final letter

I’m not getting any better

So take the pill just one more time

Before I do this heinous crime

The doctor ignores what I’ve said

They won’t give a shit when I’m dead

Lithium doesn’t do a thing

Now I can’t hear the angels sing

Please, doctor, please change the pill

The nightmares are happening still

It takes some time is what he sees

God won’t he even hear my pleas