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At 14 I was sent to the hospital twice because I was hallucinating which is a fancy way of saying hey, you’re batshit crazy so we’re going to pump you full of medication Turns out all of the walls I had been seeing crashing down and the fires that were never there were always just a side effect of my depression medication because I was on too high of a dose for my weight And I told my ex-boyfriend this when I was 16 and now, 8 months later he is telling everyone I am schizophrenic like baby there’s a lot of things I am but that’s not one of them Like there’s a lot of things you are but a good person was never something I would use to describe you you're more of a waste of space and I really wish you had never left Chicago I wish I never even met you I wish I hadn’t been so desperate for the way you moved your thin body like a train down the rails I wish I had never agreed to play with your hair in class or sat in your lap with your arms around me tight or caught sight of you in my eyes like a glare through a window there was nothing else
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Zoloft (Schizophrenia)
At 14 I was sent to the hospital twice because I was hallucinating which is a fancy way of saying hey, you’re batshit crazy so we’re going to pump you full of medication Turns out all of the walls I had been seeing crashing down and the fires that were never there were always just a side effect of my depression medication because I was on too high of a dose for my weight And I told my ex-boyfriend this when I was 16 and now, 8 months later he is telling everyone I am schizophrenic like baby there’s a lot of things I am but that’s not one of them Like there’s a lot of things you are but a good person was never something I would use to describe you you're more of a waste of space and I really wish you had never left Chicago I wish I never even met you I wish I hadn’t been so desperate for the way you moved your thin body like a train down the rails I wish I had never agreed to play with your hair in class or sat in your lap with your arms around me tight or caught sight of you in my eyes like a glare through a window there was nothing else
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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