Once I was happy,loved and treasured,
Now my lonesome life is measured
By my inability to take 'Abilify'
And slowly,silently, dissatisfy,
My actions ,thoughts and deeds,
At odds with all my wants and needs
A shadow of my former self,
A deep decline in mental health.
The loving smiles disappear,
Replaced instead with quaking fear.
Do you understand my melancholy madness ?
Can anyone interpret suicidal sadness ?