It was as though I had been on trial
for nineteen years,
due process
disallowed.
The prosecution-
my chemical imbalance-
so harsh,
eased up.
The defense-
Prozac-
allowed to make
my case.
I remember it well;
the day
I decided
to let myself live.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
It was as though I had been on trial
for nineteen years,
due process
disallowed.
The prosecution-
my chemical imbalance-
so harsh,
eased up.
The defense-
Prozac-
allowed to make
my case.
I remember it well;
the day
I decided
to let myself live.
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