Prozac
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A glow up for me was havin’ the realization
Depression was my setback, not my damnation
I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed
And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
If I were the King for a Day
Her hair would never turn gray
Crowds would applaude and
Children would sing, of the last
words she had to say.
For when her last breath would go out
I spend my days
propped up by Prozac.
It keeps me afloat,
keeps me from sinking
into the darkness.
Sometimes it is still
not enough
to keep me above the grey.
I always seem to be
