† Lithium Princess †
I'm staring at a bottle of prescription pills.
I know what you are,
and what you will do to me.
You won't give me a high,
and you won't make me pleasantly numb.
You'll interfere with my life,
and stigmatize me more than I already have been.
The sickness will grow with your
450 to six
six-100 to twelve.
Pills before bed to decrease the shaking
in limbs that used to be beautiful but
now only harbour your tremble.
and you'll make me thirst for something I can
You'll make me a slave to my seemingly emotionless, emotions.
And I'll be screaming on the inside to be released
from your elemental prison.
You will try and contain all that I possess,
and in the end,
grey crystal vacancy is all that will be left.
I refuse to be your broken babydoll;
your little lithium princess.