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Blue with white capsules
In the morning
Little white and yellow pills
In the evening
Trying not to feel
Sedated
First this one then that
Day after day
One man after another
Night after night
Trying not to feel
Hurt
Small, quiet voices
Calling to me
People up in my face now
Screaming at me
Trying not to feel
Broken
No path shows clearly
Search as I might
Nothing left but to go now
Fear as I might
Trying not to feel
Lost
Running in circles
Scissors in hand
Not knowing the answers
Banging my head
Trying not to feel
Tragic