"prozacs" poems
I don't mind Sir. Fascist Police, when he's knocking on my door.
As long as he's not mean to me, I'll blow him, for sure.
I know he thumps the other kids, on their maroon-bruised heads,
but police man, he brings treats to me, so I'm not gonna tell.
Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me!
Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me!
Mama, mama, mama, mama, he poked me!
Mama, why's he so mean?
My best friend, she's such a ***** she calls me slutty names.
I tell her I don't like it much, but she just feels no shame.
Late last night we went out, true to our glossy, lipglossed glory,
and as the eve proceeds, plot thickens, **** gets gorey.
She gets and I get drunk and we both weep,
boyish-looking monsters try to **** with me.
And as he bends me over in the parking lot,
Annie smirks at me, smokes another joint.
I don't mind my apathy, at least it keeps me calm.
I'm content with this lifestyle, my death rate is at a crawl.
And sure I'll get some panics when life don't work out the way that I want.
But the I'll pop some Prozacs, guess I'm happy after all.
This changes nothing, so don't thank me.
We'll wake in the morning, with thoughts in our heads.
Revalue our lives for five or six minutes and then forget.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
If people were all cigarettes- I'd smoke a pack a day
and take long drags of everyone
and then toss the butts away
If people were all change- quarters, pennies, nickles, and dimes
I'd pick each one up from the sidewalk and save
for a bottle of *** and a good time
If people were pills- they'd all be prozacs and zolofts
so we could keep on faking smiles
pretending to get off
And as I'd wash down pills with shots- and feel as each on burned
I'd blow smoke in a young child's face
Reassuring him, next was his turn.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
may 20, 2017
i woke up at 5:32AM and took 4 prozacs,
clawed at my leg until it bled,
drank half a bottle of NyQuil,
and woke up the next day.
i have yet to figure out why.
may 21, 2017; 9:00AM
i woke up and thought i knew who i was
i fell asleep and somewhere in between i lost myself.
i lost all feeling in my stomach too
but She was still talking about how much we have in common.
9:25AM
my shirt got stuck on the hanger that morning
i started to rip it down
eventually i broke plastic and sanity
i haven't been back in my room since.
11:17AM
my friend had ignored me all week
11:18AM
i messaged her and mocked our friendship.
11:18AM
she was in D.C. for a school trip and had to leave early. she didn't know.
11:19AM
i broke down crying.
1:25PM
my friend and i decided to see a movie to shoo the pain away.
i guess i've been happy the past few days
i suppose it's the meds
but i still want to **** myself
because soon i'll be drowning in depression
and succumbing to anxiety.
2:56PM
i mentally lost myself
i screamed into the mirror
and it wasn't me talking to myself.
i don't really remember being there
but the blood on the floor tells otherwise.
5:00PM
i ate for the first time in days.
the empty feeling in my stomach was drowned out by food food foo-....
food i don't deserve.
9:43PM
my best friend told me they loved me for the first time since august.
i cried a lot.
for them.
for myself.
i burned everything in front of me with a single touch,
and their body banished those three words from their tongue.
11:37PM
i fell asleep with an ounce of sadness,
but a wave of love.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC