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“Go to the doctor, sit in a dim room, take a pill, Take a test, Map your progress on a chart- Get better.” “What did Dr. Doctor say?” “How much longer will it take?” “When will you Get better?” Write in a journal, Make sure that you record Every day Until you get better. Because we care about you, We love you, And we just want you to “Get better”. But what is better? What if I’m the best? What if this is as Better As it gets? I don’t want to spend this life In waiting rooms Waking up to alarms “Take 2 @ 7 am”, Why do I have to live this way? No one told me this before, When I made up my face with a smile, And cowered in the closet, While my doppleganger danced and performed, And if that’s what you call better, Hiding Or residing In a haze of medication, Doped up, Sobered down, Nothing to hang onto, I don’t need to lock the doors three times, Because I don’t care if they’re locked at all. Is this it? Is this Better, Is this what they’ve been asking for? Tell me, Friends, Loved ones, Professionals, Is that what I must do to Get better? Hide? Live in an underwater world, Where everything is slow, And the music is muted, And you can’t feel down, Because you can’t feel anything at all? Is that how I can do it? Is that how I can Get better?
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Get Better
“Go to the doctor, sit in a dim room, take a pill, Take a test, Map your progress on a chart- Get better.” “What did Dr. Doctor say?” “How much longer will it take?” “When will you Get better?” Write in a journal, Make sure that you record Every day Until you get better. Because we care about you, We love you, And we just want you to “Get better”. But what is better? What if I’m the best? What if this is as Better As it gets? I don’t want to spend this life In waiting rooms Waking up to alarms “Take 2 @ 7 am”, Why do I have to live this way? No one told me this before, When I made up my face with a smile, And cowered in the closet, While my doppleganger danced and performed, And if that’s what you call better, Hiding Or residing In a haze of medication, Doped up, Sobered down, Nothing to hang onto, I don’t need to lock the doors three times, Because I don’t care if they’re locked at all. Is this it? Is this Better, Is this what they’ve been asking for? Tell me, Friends, Loved ones, Professionals, Is that what I must do to Get better? Hide? Live in an underwater world, Where everything is slow, And the music is muted, And you can’t feel down, Because you can’t feel anything at all? Is that how I can do it? Is that how I can Get better?
#mentalhealth#antidepressants#antianxiety#pills
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
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