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Am I wrong?
For wanting to do things my own way?

They say I'm depressed. They say I need a doctor.

But i don't like doctors...

Doctors give you pills and tell you it's your own fault that you feel the way you do because you didn't avoid things that cause that feeling.

I want to be myself.
I don't want to be a fake me.
I don't want to have fake happiness provided by pills running through my system.

I'm not broken, I'm just fragile.

Just because me eyes leak from time to time throughout every day doesn't mean there is something wrong with them, does it?

Just because my heart aches every now and then each day doesn't mean there's something wrong with it, does it?

Just because I find myself unable to be as happy as I used to be, doesn't mean I can't be happy, does it?

I want to get out my bandaids and treat my own wounds. I want to wait and watch them heal. I want to be proud that I fixed it myself. I think I can do it. I don't need a doctor to give me his bandaids.

Pills go down. Lumps of mind-altering substances. It makes me want to choke.
I hate pills.
If you take one, you change yourself, supposedly for the better. If you take too many, you could very well die.

How can they trust someone with suicial thoughts with a bottle of pills?

P is for pain, I is for ill, L is for lies, L is for lousy.

I don't want your pills.

Description
Am I wrong?
For wanting to do things my own way?

They say I'm depressed. They say I need a doctor.

But i don't like doctors...

Doctors give you pills and tell you it's your own fault that you feel the way you do because you didn't avoid things that cause that feeling.

I want to be myself.
I don't want to be a fake me.
I don't want to have fake happiness provided by pills running through my system.

I'm not broken, I'm just fragile.

Just because me eyes leak from time to time throughout every day doesn't mean there is something wrong with them, does it?

Just because my heart aches every now and then each day doesn't mean there's something wrong with it, does it?

Just because I find myself unable to be as happy as I used to be, doesn't mean I can't be happy, does it?

I want to get out my bandaids and treat my own wounds. I want to wait and watch them heal. I want to be proud that I fixed it myself. I think I can do it. I don't need a doctor to give me his bandaids.

Pills go down. Lumps of mind-altering substances. It makes me want to choke.
I hate pills.
If you take one, you change yourself, supposedly for the better. If you take too many, you could very well die.

How can they trust someone with suicial thoughts with a bottle of pills?

P is for pain, I is for ill, L is for lies, L is for lousy.

I don't want your pills.