(7:50 am)
I can't get high.
These drugs, Prozac, Lexapro, Zoloft,
Why don't they work?
Watch me pass the point of no return.
They only make it worse.
The voices get louder,
Mood becomes severely unstable,
Zero focus, one hundred percent disappointment.
Mind is clustered in pieces,
Emotions are locked away.
Hell, I'm locked away!
In my own mind, in my own horrible thoughts...
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We've Come a Long Way, My Friend.
PoetryThere will be content including suicide, self-harm, depression, anxiety, schizophrenic symptoms, isolation, paranoia, and other topics that viewers may find triggering. Viewer discretion is advised. These poems will all be written by me. They're ba...
