Feel free
To take it all
She said
The Valium,
Zoloft and Prozac
They never really
Worked for me
So it’s not like
I’ll need them back
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Feel free
To take it all
She said
The Valium,
Zoloft and Prozac
They never really
Worked for me
So it’s not like
I’ll need them back
It’s funny how things turn out
She said
As she tugged on her costume straps
When I was here
Last year
She said
My mind had all but collapsed
I knew after I’d entered the water
She said
That there would be no doubt
As I had decided
Feeling like I did
Death was the only way out
But these last few months I have learned
She said
Through medication and therapy
Having survived that blip
A communal dip
Is now more than enough for me
This new one
Is my favourite
Of all those pills
And potions
As it leaves me feeling
Numb inside
And just going
Through the motions
Regime #7
These
pills
have
stopped
working
They
are now
simply
a token
As
they
don’t
take away
the hurting
From a
heart
that’s
truly
broken
(Originally Posted 23.12.2019)
I know
That depression
Is cyclical
Yet I’m still taken
By surprise
Whenever
It hits
And I feel
Like shit
As the light fades
From behind my eyes
Sprung
The beast has crept back in again
She’s beaten down my door
And there was me,
Foolishly,
Thinking I wouldn’t need pills anymore
(Originally Posted 09.12.2020)
That is how
It was back then
When I had no choice
But to rely on pills
One to find a way
To get through each day
And several more
To help me rebuild
Happy Pills
I think
we’ll
increase
your dose,
She
said,
To stop
you
feeling so
morose.
I’ll
easily
give it
a try,
I
said,
But I’m
pretty sure
the end
is nigh.
(Originally Posted 07.11.2019)
Four different medications
Plus some of my own to boot
Yet the madness persists
As I eye up my wrists
Making the point of treatment moot
Assistance / Resistance
So
it’s
been
a year
Of
your
latest
treatment
Yet
I still
don’t
feel
Any
fucking
different
(Originally Posted 30.10.2020)
I would be lying
If, after he lay dying,
I said I returned all of his medication
That I didn’t at least keep some
To peruse and choose from
In any future difficult situation
Well, in fact, I did
And with how many I hid
I could have force fed the nation
So, dead behind the eyes,
Full of prescribed pills and otherwise
I fulfilled each and every obligation
Acceptance
I
asked
the
doctor
When
will the
tablets
work?
When do
they take
away my
hurt?
Nothing
will
do that,
she said
They
only
make it
so you
get out
of bed
I
asked
the
doctor
Are
you
sure?
Won’t
you do
something
more?
There’s
nothing
else I
can do,
she said
You just
have to
accept
that he
is dead
(Originally Posted 12.10.2019)
If this one doesn’t work
He said
I can always prescribe another
If this one doesn’t work
She said
You’d better run for cover
For I have had enough
She said
Of being given pills to chew
I completely understand
He said
But there’s little else I can do
‘Not Another Day…’
Another
day
Another
pill
Will
this
one
make
me
Feel
less
ill?
(Originally Posted 18.06.2020)
Hoping this pill proves fruitful
That it will work as designed
So I swallow another scoopful
To quiet the chaos in my mind
Five A Day
An
apple
a day
may
keep
the
doctor
away.
But
it’s a
pill
at night
that makes
me feel
alright.
(Originally Posted 12.06.2019)
Time stands still
As I lose the will
To say another word
Now I know the drill
I’ll take another pill
And accept I’ll go unheard
Nothing can bring me
Down today
All my pain
Has gone away
Wherever I go
You’ll hear me say
Thank fuck for Prozac
Hip hop hooray!
Under a
crushed
velveteen
skyI lie here,
alone,
and want
to die
They promised I’d feel better by now
That these pills would have kicked in
Well they fucking lied
As my brain is still fried
And my heart belongs in the bin
I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
Just keep calm
Don’t let them see
They’ll leave you alone
If you just agree
The beast has crept back in again
She’s beaten down my door
And there was me
Thinking foolishly
I wouldn’t need pills anymore
Perhaps
I’ve
just
run out
of luck
Or
maybe
I don’t
give a
fuck
Either
way
it
doesn’t
matter
I must
accept
I’m
getting
fatter
What’s worrying you today,
He asks.
Everything,
I reply.
The
packet
cracks
As
the
tablet
snaps
And I
glug it
down
with
water
My
whole
body
contracts
As
I face
the
facts
That
I am my
mother’s
daughter
I’m
glad
you
find
it
helpful
But I
certainly
do not
What’s
the
point
in
telling
tales
When
you’ve
already
lost
the
plot?
How
many
more
times
Must
I walk
this
path
Surely
I’ve
done it
enough
times now
To
find
my own
way
back
It’s
past
midnight
againAnd
still
I’m not
in bedWhen will
they stop
driving
me insaneThese
voices
inside
my head?
I’ll
see
you
nowRoom
number
threeSo,
what’s
the
matterDon’t
fucking
ask me!
Take
these
pillsTo
cure
your
illsAnd
mend
your
broken
heartThey’ll
give
you
chillsAnd
delay
your
thrillsBut at
least
it’ll
be a
start
It’s
not
self harming
It’s
self
soothing
Still
here
tryingYet
always
cryingMind
constantly
vyingBetween
living
and dying
Some pills
make it
better
Some
make it
worse
Sometimes
the only
solace
Resides
in written
verse
I think
we’ll
increase
your dose,She
said,To stop
you
feeling so
morose.I’ll
easily
give it
a try,I
said,But I’m
pretty sure
the end
is nigh.
If I
clench
my jaw,
anymore,
my teeth
will
crumble
to dust.
It’s so
unfair,
that for
my own
welfare,
these
tablets
are a must.
I took
the first
one this
morningThe rest
won’t be
as hard
to swallowSoon
my belly
will be
fullAnd I’ll
no longer
feel so
hollow
Okay,
okay,
I accept
defeat.
I’ll get up,
get dressed,
drink tea,
eat.
I’ll take
the pills
you say
I need.
I’ll be a
good girl
like we
agreed.
When I heard
the black dog
barking outside
I knew I had
nowhere left
to hide
When I heard
the black dog
at my door
I knew I didn’t
have the strength
to fight anymore
Now I hear
the black dog
on my shoulder
All I feel
is relief
that it’s over