Proper Pills from minor issues by Work Ethic

I ask that you never give me the proper pills
Because when met by my roaring mind
I leap over the counter in search of little red circles
I do not bother to place them between my lips
I swallow water by the liter
Become the caretaker I never wanted

Screams restricted by broken tongue
Boiling streams of salt run
I worry if you gave me the proper pills
I would feel numb
Finally numb to the pain of searching for lungs
But now numb to the strains of being in love

Perfect teeth fall faint to reality
I worry if you gave me the proper pills
I would smile less
But today I fake happiness with the strangers of these walls
So maybe the proper pills could fix it all

I worry if you gave me the proper pills
There would be nothing left of me
Nothing left to be perceived
But I cannot take the proper pills
Because if I did
You would be left to take them instead

• Detroit
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