Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Little trazodone kids
Your dreams are calling
Whispering soft stuff
About a nice, quiet end
To self harm scars –
Replacing that bad
With cloudlike good
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Little medicated ones
There is a day coming
When monsters like depression
Are slayed by a great warrior
One who is cloaked in light
And brings the sun
Into each new dawn
Go to sleep
Tyler Strittmatter 