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I'm tired- I'm aching My head feels as if breaking Hot- cold zaps and flashes Slice through from the back of my brain Body aches and chills rip on through Eyeballs pained from bright lights Patience thinner than cell membrane Anger- I hold in reserves for moments I need to tell oppressors off- Swelling into seismic tidal waves I cling onto my sanity- The shreds bits and pieces left As it feels I have none The urge to collapse keeps me company I force myself on- in the tsunami To sleep it off is a luxury- unaffordable So I drag myself to my workplaces For earning money is More important than my needs Earning money is my priority need Even if the back of my brain feels starved Oxygen running so low- if I were to Have been born of centuries prior- A drilled hole in my skull sounds wonderous Yet born of today- I know better And yet on my brain zap- booms- shreds itself Searching for the chemical happiness Encased in pretty pink pills Lost in the American healthcare war
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
Antidepressant Withdrawal
I'm tired- I'm aching My head feels as if breaking Hot- cold zaps and flashes Slice through from the back of my brain Body aches and chills rip on through Eyeballs pained from bright lights Patience thinner than cell membrane Anger- I hold in reserves for moments I need to tell oppressors off- Swelling into seismic tidal waves I cling onto my sanity- The shreds bits and pieces left As it feels I have none The urge to collapse keeps me company I force myself on- in the tsunami To sleep it off is a luxury- unaffordable So I drag myself to my workplaces For earning money is More important than my needs Earning money is my priority need Even if the back of my brain feels starved Oxygen running so low- if I were to Have been born of centuries prior- A drilled hole in my skull sounds wonderous Yet born of today- I know better And yet on my brain zap- booms- shreds itself Searching for the chemical happiness Encased in pretty pink pills Lost in the American healthcare war
Honestly this is the FIFTH time in 2 years I've had to deal with this Side note: you literally cannot become addicted to antidepressants, like come on now give me my medication so I dont dip and **** myself Because this pain is way too much
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27/Agender/Los Angeles
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
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