Graveyards

And I will love you, even with my meds on.

I stopped the alcohol and cigarettes.
I used your breath and tears, until I got drunk on it.
I stopped the prozacs and zolofts, and I overdosed on your embrace.
You were my doctor of sleep, never letting me use my pills.
I got high on your warmth, so I no longer miss the hearth that I used to sleep in before you found me.
You are my Sigmund in all these madness.
And you my love, will be the sole reason I fight for this hellish living in my hospital bed.