She never was an angel
Yet, there was light about her.
They say good conquers evil
But even the bold falter.

Inside her head thoughts ran deep -
Popping pills to stay relaxed.
Mental scars and lack of sleep
Cause for another Prozac.

Simple fix becomes habit,
Self-prescribed daily doses,
Tells herself 'I must have it' - 
Life less lived comatose.

Drug induced comfort, forget-me-cocktail,
What was once so bright has grown so pale.