Another pill.
This is ridiculous.
All of this.
The doctors,
The medications,
The therapists.
Why do I have to be broken?
Why can't I just be happy?
A shelf full of anti-depressants.
Ridiculous.
I feel like a zombie.
I purposely skip doses.
I need to remind myself that I'm alive.
Even if it means I'm in pain.
It takes so much willpower,
You know,
Not to overdose.
This is ridiculous.
I want to fix me.
I don't know how, though.
I miss feeling alive.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Another pill.
This is ridiculous.
All of this.
The doctors,
The medications,
The therapists.
Why do I have to be broken?
Why can't I just be happy?
A shelf full of anti-depressants.
Ridiculous.
I feel like a zombie.
I purposely skip doses.
I need to remind myself that I'm alive.
Even if it means I'm in pain.
It takes so much willpower,
You know,
Not to overdose.
This is ridiculous.
I want to fix me.
I don't know how, though.
I miss feeling alive.
For those of you who do not know me, I am open about this. I am on medication for chronic depression, and it does drive me crazy. I skip doses probably once every two weeks, just to come back to reality. But it is okay. I know it will be. <3
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