Pills: A Crazed Little Rant

Pills, pills, pills, trying to soothe my soul. Running around in the cavernous maze of my mind, trying to disperse dopamine to starving neurotransmitters. I have refugees living in my skull, living on badly baked dread and crumbs of hopeless rage. I choke down these pills every night to make them quiet, to still their twitchy movements, but I'll be damned if I'm choking down anything useful. Screw you big pharma. Give me some sunshine, real sunshine. I'm ranting now but it doesn't matter to me. Nothing really does anymore.