Good Night

Um, just pointing out that I harbour no suicidal feelings, this is merely a poem.

I wouldn't take the Prozac;

I didn't want you in my head.

You got mad at me because of it.

I remember all you said;

You said that I was crazy

A loser with no friends

and if I didn't let you control me

I'd meet unhappy ends.

You said that if you weren't leading me

I'm really nothing at all.

If I were to choose to be myself

just living would be my downfall.

If it means anything to you right now

I'm sorry for what I do.

You wanted me to be someone else

So I'll make it up to.

I still won't take your Prozac,

so please don't lose your head.

But I want you to be happy...

 

So I took 68 valium instead.

Reviews

[Clint Hale]

wow...I didn't expect the ending. I like how it really jumps out. To me it is a playful poem about a dark subject.

Very cool.

[fauxcajun]

Hah!! / Gotta love it / And I do / The way this poem progressed I was actually putting it to some sort of tune / It would make a good song, although I'd leave off the valium at the end and maybe substitue it with a new boyfriend / I thoroughly enjoyed this, I'm telling you the poem had a beat . . .