Help Me

Feeling under water, my heart beats twice as slow... I can't keep going through this, feeling this damn low... My eyes are filled with tears, I don't know why I'm crying... But all this medication, makes me feel like I am dying... Lately I don't smile, lately I don't laugh... My slope is decreasing greatly, my therapist keeps a the graph... She tells me something's wrong, says I need more pills... To stop me from my depression, to help with empty spills... Seven pills a day, they don't help me at all... They make me like a zombie, only helping me to fall... So tell me what to do, how not to be so empty... Do I need my pills, or somebody to help me...