#medications - Hello Poetry

Days spent inpatient Couldn't save me from me Years spent in treatment Failing to set me free Dozens of medications Just to be told it's BPD Hundreds of coping mechanisms Yet you still won't believe I've worn myself out trying To fight for a release.

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Dec 19, 2024

Dec 19, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC

hematolagnia

No Avail

Days spent inpatient Couldn't save me from me Years spent in treatment Failing to set me free Dozens of medications Just to be told it's BPD Hundreds of coping mechanisms Yet you still won't believe I've worn myself out trying To fight for a release.

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It’s funny really How I know the names of my poisons Most people never know what they drank Until it’s too late But I take mine with food twice a day Maybe that means I’m mad

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Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC

Vellichor

Prescriptions

It’s funny really How I know the names of my poisons Most people never know what they drank Until it’s too late But I take mine with food twice a day Maybe that means I’m mad

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I finally picked up my refill And finally stopped running uphill. I'd been out for days, And was in a haze That nothing could fix but my refill. I finally refilled my meds, guys. Last week I ran out of my supplies, And I sunk like a brick Into depression so thick That it kept me from refilling my meds, guys. At last I am back on my Adderall And everything feels much more natural I cleaned up the sink And now I can think About how good it is to have Adderall.

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May 4, 2020

May 4, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

I Finally Picked Up My Refill - Limericks

I finally picked up my refill And finally stopped running uphill. I'd been out for days, And was in a haze That nothing could fix but my refill. I finally refilled my meds, guys. Last week I ran out of my supplies, And I sunk like a brick Into depression so thick That it kept me from refilling my meds, guys. At last I am back on my Adderall And everything feels much more natural I cleaned up the sink And now I can think About how good it is to have Adderall.

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All the thoughts are still there Every memory Every emotion Every feeling The doctors watered it down The pills melted like the ice in my tea And I'm left here Feeling lifeless and dull Uncomfortably numb

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Jun 24, 2018

Jun 24, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

Emilyannne65

Medicated

All the thoughts are still there Every memory Every emotion Every feeling The doctors watered it down The pills melted like the ice in my tea And I'm left here Feeling lifeless and dull Uncomfortably numb

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Each morning she took two pills with her breakfast. Both were little capsules, the first one a nasty tan color and the second half white and half blue. They went down easy, followed by a glass of water before the bottles were placed back on the shelf for the next day. One is for the anxiety, the other is for the depression. She takes them dutifully every day, for without them she is plagued with the kind of darkness that makes your blood run cold and the walls feel like they’re beginning to swallow you inside. But with them, it is not much brighter. The words of her mother and the insults from her father follow her through the light, casting a shadow that trails behind her. The C- on her math test and the glares from her friends feed the darkness. Each step grows heavier as the shadow grows larger and stronger. He climbs up onto her shoulders in order to reach the high expectations and the pressure that she stands under each day. They weigh him down, which weighs her down, which leaves her dragging her feet along the pavement while begging for the sweet relief that those stupid orange bottles swear they hold. The shadow claims her in the night, pounding away at her walls, drawing whimpers and sobs from her lips. The pain is masked by the pleasure he brings her, which is masked by her relief when she wakes up alone the next morning, and then the guilt when she finds him awaiting her presence at the kitchen table. Two pills, followed by a glass of water and the shadow each morning. Her begging and pleading for him to leave her shatters her resolve, and one cold morning she begins to cry. She throws herself at the world, asking them to please save her from this man, save her from the pain and the fear and the darkness that’s been plaguing her for so long. One word. Two letters. He swallows her whole. One glass of water. Two empty bottles. Three numbers bring four sirens. One sound. One line. Time of death: 06:04 AM

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Jan 8, 2018

Jan 8, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC

thelioness

end of a revolution

Each morning she took two pills with her breakfast. Both were little capsules, the first one a nasty tan color and the second half white and half blue. They went down easy, followed by a glass of water before the bottles were placed back on the shelf for the next day. One is for the anxiety, the other is for the depression. She takes them dutifully every day, for without them she is plagued with the kind of darkness that makes your blood run cold and the walls feel like they’re beginning to swallow you inside. But with them, it is not much brighter. The words of her mother and the insults from her father follow her through the light, casting a shadow that trails behind her. The C- on her math test and the glares from her friends feed the darkness. Each step grows heavier as the shadow grows larger and stronger. He climbs up onto her shoulders in order to reach the high expectations and the pressure that she stands under each day. They weigh him down, which weighs her down, which leaves her dragging her feet along the pavement while begging for the sweet relief that those stupid orange bottles swear they hold. The shadow claims her in the night, pounding away at her walls, drawing whimpers and sobs from her lips. The pain is masked by the pleasure he brings her, which is masked by her relief when she wakes up alone the next morning, and then the guilt when she finds him awaiting her presence at the kitchen table. Two pills, followed by a glass of water and the shadow each morning. Her begging and pleading for him to leave her shatters her resolve, and one cold morning she begins to cry. She throws herself at the world, asking them to please save her from this man, save her from the pain and the fear and the darkness that’s been plaguing her for so long. One word. Two letters. He swallows her whole. One glass of water. Two empty bottles. Three numbers bring four sirens. One sound. One line. Time of death: 06:04 AM

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I close my eyes and hope for peace. Day dreaming of fake angels to save me. Ready the mind and body for the day, give into the exhaustion of the soul and stop. Multitudes of medications to fix the brain that stays sick no matter the physical exercise. Prepare the body and mind for the night, slip into a restless sleep, waking every hour. Psychological thrillers in my dreams taking away the peacefulness of sleep. Wake to alarms screaming through the room move to coffee and begin again.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC

christina-cox

Cycle

I close my eyes and hope for peace. Day dreaming of fake angels to save me. Ready the mind and body for the day, give into the exhaustion of the soul and stop. Multitudes of medications to fix the brain that stays sick no matter the physical exercise. Prepare the body and mind for the night, slip into a restless sleep, waking every hour. Psychological thrillers in my dreams taking away the peacefulness of sleep. Wake to alarms screaming through the room move to coffee and begin again.

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1 Big blue and white one, 2 small oval yellow ones, and 1 small round blue one. Take once a day with or without food. At the young age of just 16 years old I take more medications than an elderly woman in an old age home. My mom even briefly considered getting me one of those pill boxes that have the days of the week printed on them... yeah... it's that bad. Since I was a young kid I've been shoved into more therapist's offices than I can count and had more tests done on me than a lab rat. ADD, ADHD, and an Anxiety Disorder are just a few of my many problems. I take my meds every day. 365 days. Seeing as though I am a teenager however, sometimes I forget to take these little pills. And my parents are the first ones to remind me of their importance and necessary role in my life. When I'm off my meds I can never tell whether I'm more myself or if that volatile creature only appears in the absence of a medication that I take everyday. In some ways I feel that my medications numb my humanity and force me to be predictable and emotionless. But I also know that I can't do a lot of the things I love to do without them. So, my fellow poets, I ask you a question: Is the tragedy of losing myself in a great abyss of nothingness worth being able to focus in class or stand in large groups of people without having a panic attack?

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC

emma-clocks

Medications

1 Big blue and white one, 2 small oval yellow ones, and 1 small round blue one. Take once a day with or without food. At the young age of just 16 years old I take more medications than an elderly woman in an old age home. My mom even briefly considered getting me one of those pill boxes that have the days of the week printed on them... yeah... it's that bad. Since I was a young kid I've been shoved into more therapist's offices than I can count and had more tests done on me than a lab rat. ADD, ADHD, and an Anxiety Disorder are just a few of my many problems. I take my meds every day. 365 days. Seeing as though I am a teenager however, sometimes I forget to take these little pills. And my parents are the first ones to remind me of their importance and necessary role in my life. When I'm off my meds I can never tell whether I'm more myself or if that volatile creature only appears in the absence of a medication that I take everyday. In some ways I feel that my medications numb my humanity and force me to be predictable and emotionless. But I also know that I can't do a lot of the things I love to do without them. So, my fellow poets, I ask you a question: Is the tragedy of losing myself in a great abyss of nothingness worth being able to focus in class or stand in large groups of people without having a panic attack?

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My mood again a steady constant still low, always low but constant so I seek the solutions, search for normal I approach and offer myself over to those, the better minds, the doctors they are wise and educated and have magic in the form of pills that I consume reporting back the basics, this didn't work that isn't helping so they raise and lower doses prescribing cures in pills and always asking questions writing this and that factual results down they see errors in my mind and I feel restless again and again changing their minds as I consume and return the effectiveness or lack therein all I ;want is the sky that felt light and tasted fragrant yet so goes my search for my cure as each is different seeking that fabled equalibrium, that balance aiming for the land of sunshine and the state known once as happiness again, always where life is and emotions can be steady, ups and downs continuously changing in workable highs and lows but alas, I am unable, and I continue only to try the new, the stronger the most documented cure alls of more pill to be taken with water day or night forever dosing, hoping and trying to find my life chasing that notion of what it is to feel alright by Jack Fehlmann 2013

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC

jack-r-fehlmann

what it is to feel alright

My mood again a steady constant still low, always low but constant so I seek the solutions, search for normal I approach and offer myself over to those, the better minds, the doctors they are wise and educated and have magic in the form of pills that I consume reporting back the basics, this didn't work that isn't helping so they raise and lower doses prescribing cures in pills and always asking questions writing this and that factual results down they see errors in my mind and I feel restless again and again changing their minds as I consume and return the effectiveness or lack therein all I ;want is the sky that felt light and tasted fragrant yet so goes my search for my cure as each is different seeking that fabled equalibrium, that balance aiming for the land of sunshine and the state known once as happiness again, always where life is and emotions can be steady, ups and downs continuously changing in workable highs and lows but alas, I am unable, and I continue only to try the new, the stronger the most documented cure alls of more pill to be taken with water day or night forever dosing, hoping and trying to find my life chasing that notion of what it is to feel alright by Jack Fehlmann 2013

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