My proof, my truth

More and more people are turning to pills to deal with life, with depression, anxiety and stress. Those who don't, are they ones who aren't reaching out for help. In a way, its their 'own fault'.

But what if they are the ones who don't want to whitewash their brains into a fake sense of security, a chemically induced happy place that ultimately, just numbs them to the actual reality of this world. If the world is actually such a good place, why are there so many people on all these drugs? And yet, speak to anyone, reach out for help, and there's a pill for every unanswered question. And narrow that all down, a pill to help you not care, not see, not feel. Put you in a box with walls that keep you safe from a very real world out there.

And that's my proof. My truth? My truth is that there is something wrong with the world. Its not just me. It can't be just me, if there are so many people riding the pill train. And the only help offered is an open hand offering me a ticket onto that train. And if I don't get on that train, then its me who doesn't want help. My truth, is that I don't want that help. That isn't help, its a placebo, a wall to make me as numb as you. The problem doesn't lie with me, who gets frustrated and angry at a world that's so self absorbed. The problem is your open hand, with that little white lie of a pill. The problem is you, the people that will take a pill before actually standing up and saying 'I call bullshit' on all of this.

Its been a very long week, and now more than ever I feel right about above written things. The world is a total fuck up, but yes, it is my problem. It is yours too. But what are we doing about it? Hand over a pill pls.