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
Suffice it to say
If I had my way
There’d be no fucking risk assessment
I don’t need protecting
Despite your objecting
As in life I have no investment
999
God
knows
why I
didn’t
wake up
dead
Or why
I didn’t
think
to plan
this far
ahead
(Originally Posted 27.01.2020)
It’s only when
The meds kick in
That you realise
The truth
The only person
On that ward
Being fooled
Was you
Psych Ward 101
Just keep calm
Don’t let them see
They’ll leave you alone
If you just agree
(Originally Posted 22.01.2021)
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)
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 can hardly remember writing
Such a powerful piece
Although I can recall requiring
A medication increase
Yes Sir, No Sir
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 wee girl,
like we
agreed.
(Originally Posted 11.09.2019)
You should start a diary
He said
And we can talk it through next week
I’ve been keeping one for years
She said
If you’d like to sneak a peek
‘What’s Good For The Goose…’
Just write it down
He said
How hard can it be
But he had never encountered
Someone as fucked up as me
(Originally Posted 25.04.2020)
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
Once upon a time
When I was ill
I truly believed
That this was it
I couldn’t see
Anything else for me
But another day
Drowning in shit
But now life is better
I have found
And I can finally
See a plan
So it is time
To return that rope
As quickly
As I can
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!
Thanks for talking to me
He said
I hope it was of some worth
Thank you for listening
She said
It brought me back to earth
Just because you didn’t hear it
She said
Doesn’t mean it didn’t speak
I think perhaps you should discuss it
He said
With your psychiatrist next week
I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
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
Just keep calm
Don’t let them see
They’ll leave you alone
If you just agree
Rest in power
Rest in peace
For at least now
Your pain has ceased
Xxx
So
it’s
been
a yearOf
your
latest
treatmentYet
I still
don’t
feelAny
fucking
different
I
really
can’t
explain
itThis
feeling
I have
insideI
just
don’t
want
to be
hereAnd,
God
knows,
I’ve
tried
If
all
your
pills
Don’t
cure
my
ills
Then
why
bother
to
collect
them
If
it’s
a waste
of time
Both
yours
and
mine
Then
perhaps
I should
reject
them
Another
day
Another
pill
Will
this
one
make
me
Feel
less
ill?
So
this
is
it
Lying
in bed
all day
again
Wine
and
cigarettes
my only
friend
I’m so
bored
of this
shit
I
could
make
myself
sick
I
really
am
nothing
But a
nauseating
prick
I don’t
know if
you’re
aware
She
said
But
I’ve
been
feeling
rather
down
Let me
fetch my
notebook
He
said
Reaching
forward
with a
frown
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
I’ll
see
you
nowRoom
number
threeSo,
what’s
the
matterDon’t
fucking
ask me!
I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment
I don’t
want
to see
you today
What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed
When
you can’t
help me
anyway?
Please
give me
another
pill to
swallowFor I
don’t
want to
wake up
tomorrow
I think
these pills
have
stopped
workingThey
have
become
just a
tokenFor
they no
longer
take away
the hurtingFrom a
heart
that is
already
broken
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.
I’ve been
trying
so hard
to break
this chainSo I’ve
drawn on
my arms
with Biro
againAt least,
this time,
it’s just
a tokenAnd my
skin,
for now,
remains
unbroken
As I fall
apart
a little
more
each dayI wonder
if I’ll
always
feel
this wayHow
much
lower
can I
sink?Who will
pull me
back
from the
brink?
Do I
feel
better
It’s
hard
to tell
As I’m
already
trapped
In this
living
hell
You have
no idea
what’s
going onInside
this
grieving
heart of
mine
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
I thought
talking
would make
it easierBut if
anything
it’s made
it worseIt seems
there’s
nothing
I can doTo rid
myself
of this
curse
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.