My pills make me sicker and sadder

Far sadder

But they make me a better artist

So it seems

When I took them, my friends would run to me

They would say, “I saw your new stuff- it’s fantastic!"

But now that I’ve quit, that never happens anymore

Yet I still get sad and I still get sick

So these dumb pills might be what I still need

They made me passionate to a stupid degree

But I’ll need that uninhibited emotion

Soon enough

I guess my demons aren’t all bad

I must take this tragedy

And own it.