I'm tired of being tired,

I'm tired of feeling weak.

The doc says they're required,

but my life was turned bleak.

Who cares if they would help me?

They're putting me to sleep!

I used to think them as key,

but now they just make me weep.

If I take them in the morning,

I will sleep the whole day.

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If I take them come evening,

then the next day goes away.

So now I've just stopped them

after four drowsy weeks.

My heart wants to condemn

them so it loudly speaks:

Throw them away, down the drain!

Who cares if they're in vain?

They don't numb the pain,

there is nothing to gain!

It's the first morning now,

after I stopped the pills.

I feel fresher, so wow!

I don't need more refills!

Now it's back to before,

back to how I was feeling.

Now I'm swimming to shore,

maybe finally healing?

Who am I kidding? It won't change a thing.

I'm still always flying with just half of a wing.

It feels like I'm missing with every swing,

Like the spider is hissing, dangling from it's string.

Tomorrow is another day,

I'm finally awake.

But I need to find a way

for this ocean to break.