Through these prozac colored eyes <br />I see many things <br />But I don't see anything that makes me not feel misery <br /> <br />Through the buspar eyes I don't see anything <br />The only thing it does is to help me not to feel until the razor stings <br /> <br />Then I put my lithium eyes on and I see everything <br />But it's blurry and I get very dizzy <br />I'm pissing all the time and I can't quite quench this thirst of mine <br /> <br />Benadryl is the only drug that I don't have eyes for <br />It's over the counter and it makes me sleep the pain away <br />At least until the morn <br /> <br />I just want my eyes <br />Eyes that are mine <br />One's that let me decide on my own whats wrong or right <br />Ones that let me feel the razor sting <br />Ones that let me feel what I'm supposed to be feeling.<br /><br />Rachel Weaver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/medicated/
