Prozac

A white pill in a plastic bed,

Tucks me in, smooths out my head

Didn't cry, but wanted to

Now I scroll and wait for food

Everyone says "you're doing great"

I nod and change the subject straight

I'm still here, just less intense

Stopped the crash, but lost the sense

Things feel fine, but nothing's real

Is this numb or is this healed?

I'm still here, just less intense

Stopped the crash, but lost the sense

I feel okay, but still concealed

Is this numb or is this healed?