Missing Mind
By Rachel •
The pill
disapears into my hand
Making changes
In things i understand
Drowsy feelings
Wash over my right of mind
Feeling conscienceness
Leaving me far behind
Trying to distinguish
The difference between right and wrong
Turning pain
Into a lovely song
Ignoring everything
That in the end is bad
Trying to pretend
That i was never sad
So as my mind
Is happily slipping away
I know the
Little pill with stay.