I am in a room

alone

Full of friends here to help

me 

As they move place to place, I

remain

succombed to any new help or

 change

Because the small white ovals are already working to

help

but the help you want to give me takes away the

help

that I have found within the small white things

wonderously

they have given me the answers the

peace

that my mind craves and desires, what it

deserves

whatever happened to the saying do what makes

you

happy?

I turn to tell my friends how i've

changed

That i'm better off this way but i've come to see

nothing

but an empty room with no faces to share myself

with

except myself and my little white

pills