Made of

My head is made of Celexa to keep my slightly sane 

My neck to my chest is Sinthroid and hydrocortisone so I having something left in there 

My lungs are made of albuteral so now I can breath

My stomach is Prilosec to give me some release

My womb is just a combi patch so my body thinks it's not barren 

My legs are made of neproxen, I guess so I can walk 

My mind is made of cancer. That's what everybody says 

Lonely

I hear everything 

They think I don't 

I guess they assume 

I'm fine on my own 

I'm not 

I'm lonely 

I want someone to care 

 

I just want a friend I can call my own 

Someone near. I can lean on 

And have to my own 

This is selfish 

But I just don't care 

I'm just so tired of being alone