Therapy

It's 2am and I can't sleep 
I crawled out of bed and took a step towards the bathroom, knee deep
My body is submerged in a sea of my emotions
The bottle says - one refill left call two days before 
In my hand is a pill that will make everything better
I am tired of loosing this battle to depression 
Repressed memories escape like secrets from Pandora's box
I don't wanna feel numb anymore 
If I take this pill all it will do is create an illusion 
The therapy began with a look in the mirror 
My eyes were dilated as sweat drips down my face
I can't bare to look him straight on 
It's 2am and I can't sleep
So I crawled out of bed took a step towards the bathroom, knee deep
My body was submerged in a sea of my emotions 
The bottle said - no refills left call your doctor
In my hand was a pill that made everything better
The therapy began without a look in the mirror