The weight of the world falls heavy on you,
you keep bending until you break.
I watch as they dispense the cure in your hands,
and hope this time it will take.
Instead this chemical, in all its pure form,
crushes your very soul.
You become changed, and slightly more deranged,
and someone I don’t even know.
It was supposed to turn despair into hope,
and pull you from the depths of the bog.
They promised false hope, as it changed you so much,
and trapped you in an eternal fog.