The clouds tell me how I feel.
I didn't believe it at first, but the more I'm put through, the more the sky responds.
This isn't a too-good-to-be-true tale of regret. My story is different.
I saw those posters like everyone else. They were meant for me and my major depressive disorder, but I didn't take the bait. Not until it was shoved down my throat by my mandated circumstances. Remedium Cerebrum Inc. must have run out of volunteers.
I didn't sign up for this.
I was perfectly content living in a fog as time passed around me. But, no. I was accused of a crime I didn't commit. My world was turned upside down by the same people who promised me a forced cure. I spent the better half of my existence wanting to die, and now I'm fighting for both the family I had, and the family I found.
I ain't no hero. I tried to run. I tried to make something of myself for myself, but the clouds won't leave me alone.
And neither will Remedium. Stupid little magic pill.
