"sertraline" poems - Hello Poetry

Sertraline (Zoloft) is used to treat depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, panic disorder, anxiety disorders, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD). Why do I feel more empty when I am full of pills?

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC

b-tuominen

Zoloft- 50 MG

Sertraline (Zoloft) is used to treat depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, panic disorder, anxiety disorders, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD). Why do I feel more empty when I am full of pills?

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My mother told me that you can't cure depression, that taking pills wouldn't fix me and taking six instead of the one the doctor prescribed definitely wasn't going to speed up the process. But then I met a boy who tasted better than Sertraline. He made it easier to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was alive, like I wasn't empty, like maybe there was something left inside me. He made my bones ache less when he touched me. He made it okay. When my world was crashing down around me, he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped breathing and tried to tear open my veins to find the last bits of happiness left in my veins, he was there to lace me back together. But he left and I haven't washed my hair in three weeks. My mother was right.

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Jul 27, 2016

Jul 27, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC

jmo3

I Met a Boy Who Tasted Better Than Sertraline

My mother told me that you can't cure depression, that taking pills wouldn't fix me and taking six instead of the one the doctor prescribed definitely wasn't going to speed up the process. But then I met a boy who tasted better than Sertraline. He made it easier to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was alive, like I wasn't empty, like maybe there was something left inside me. He made my bones ache less when he touched me. He made it okay. When my world was crashing down around me, he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped breathing and tried to tear open my veins to find the last bits of happiness left in my veins, he was there to lace me back together. But he left and I haven't washed my hair in three weeks. My mother was right.

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i am worth less than dope i cannot comfort like an addiction can i want to purge my skin from these, -my bones throw my head against a wall my hand through a window why is five minutes of silence -too much to ask for sertraline for me? to be shoved down -my throat like a ratty cloth down a pipe an effort to silence -me, my thoughts, and i

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Oct 23, 2024

Oct 23, 2024 at 6:22 PM UTC

shadowfaith

WoRtH LeSs ThAn

i am worth less than dope i cannot comfort like an addiction can i want to purge my skin from these, -my bones throw my head against a wall my hand through a window why is five minutes of silence -too much to ask for sertraline for me? to be shoved down -my throat like a ratty cloth down a pipe an effort to silence -me, my thoughts, and i

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It's not the kind of sadness which makes you want to cry all the time, But the kind of sadness that overwhelms your senses so much, You began to question your sanity You lost touch with all your emotions. Venlafaxine in the day A little white pill, Promising you no more break downs. Sertraline in the evening Two little blue pills, Selling you dopamine and fake smiles. Quetiapine in the night Three little pink pills, Swearing that you'll be in control. Those lies they feed you False hope sold in crazy little pills, I still clutch the bottle of gas Dreaming of normalcy, Cradling a razor blade on broken skin I smile like a fool.

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC

Cheshire_Leia

Untitled

It's not the kind of sadness which makes you want to cry all the time, But the kind of sadness that overwhelms your senses so much, You began to question your sanity You lost touch with all your emotions. Venlafaxine in the day A little white pill, Promising you no more break downs. Sertraline in the evening Two little blue pills, Selling you dopamine and fake smiles. Quetiapine in the night Three little pink pills, Swearing that you'll be in control. Those lies they feed you False hope sold in crazy little pills, I still clutch the bottle of gas Dreaming of normalcy, Cradling a razor blade on broken skin I smile like a fool.

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Tomorrow morning, The start of a brand new me, Chemical imbalance? I don't think so. I'll smile at my friends With Sertraline dripping from my lips, Tiny pills of happiness, Or as my doctor says "Control drugs" If you say so. One every morning, Nine months straight, My brain will feed, My heart will mend, But the scars will remain. The pain will be erased, But I will never forget, I will never forget The torture, Throwing myself in all directions, Trapped and alone, Confined in a dark box somewhere At the farthest edges of my subconsciousness. A simple pill may be able to tie my depressive state to a chair And put a gag in it's mouth, But it will never silence it's presence.

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Sep 25, 2013

Sep 25, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC

LJChaplin

Sertraline Smile

Tomorrow morning, The start of a brand new me, Chemical imbalance? I don't think so. I'll smile at my friends With Sertraline dripping from my lips, Tiny pills of happiness, Or as my doctor says "Control drugs" If you say so. One every morning, Nine months straight, My brain will feed, My heart will mend, But the scars will remain. The pain will be erased, But I will never forget, I will never forget The torture, Throwing myself in all directions, Trapped and alone, Confined in a dark box somewhere At the farthest edges of my subconsciousness. A simple pill may be able to tie my depressive state to a chair And put a gag in it's mouth, But it will never silence it's presence.

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half hearted apologies 200mg of sertraline grapefruit (too bitter like acidic nostalgia) concealed lust that endings are so final that they can still lack closure

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC

hanagabrielle

Things I Can't Seem to Swallow

half hearted apologies 200mg of sertraline grapefruit (too bitter like acidic nostalgia) concealed lust that endings are so final that they can still lack closure

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one day I promise to be less fragile for you I won't take every kiss on my forehead too literally and when you hold my hand I'll know it doesn't mean a thing but I hope that one day it means something again maybe as much as the handfuls of goodbyes you've spent on me or the dumpsters full of hellos you've saved

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Sep 20, 2012

Sep 20, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC

briana-hailey-ferenczy-1

sertraline

one day I promise to be less fragile for you I won't take every kiss on my forehead too literally and when you hold my hand I'll know it doesn't mean a thing but I hope that one day it means something again maybe as much as the handfuls of goodbyes you've spent on me or the dumpsters full of hellos you've saved

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brain zaps, brain fog welcome to Zoloft refill your script before you decide to quit this pill comes with a cost it's not that easy to taper off this illness is not visible one might say it's despicable the pill that can make things bearable everyday at the same time remember it's no cure but it can help and that can be worth feeling secure

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC

sheisblue

sertraline

brain zaps, brain fog welcome to Zoloft refill your script before you decide to quit this pill comes with a cost it's not that easy to taper off this illness is not visible one might say it's despicable the pill that can make things bearable everyday at the same time remember it's no cure but it can help and that can be worth feeling secure

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Dawn is a good friend of mine While, day is just an acquaintance. A respite from my mind seems ideal, but that comes from setting my head ablaze. I wore the brightest shade of Hell on my lips, with a desire for Heaven under the eyes. Had the desire to be a good person so, from a young age- I began to hurt myself instead of other's. Mother once told me-- I'd put bandaids on the wounds of friends, but I'd let scrapes bleed, and drip down my ankle. Father told me I was a hard worker, I felt ten again. Meeting his compliment with a blush; he doesn't commend just anyone, but my fingertips in that instant- burned. Loved the sun as a girl, spent hours under it- now I can't stand the heat. Even when I had to make appointments for my father's love those days seemed longer, my skin younger. Found a way to love the sky I'm underneath; sky blue pill sertraline, and white cloud- abilify allow my brain to absorb sunlight once more. & they tell me of a God who loves me so, but my cheeks burn, as skin melts off the bone. And I was euphoric— a star that burns incessantly, taking up too much mass. Red giant that encompasses all, suffocating in the process, exploding. I want to be a good person, but I don't feel human at all. I'm rediscovering how to love living, just the same. Burning brightly, unapologetically, as a flawed being. With passion that makes smoke rise from my mind, and flames in my hair.

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Jul 27, 2017

Jul 27, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC

nucherub

The Girl With Flames In Her Hair

Dawn is a good friend of mine While, day is just an acquaintance. A respite from my mind seems ideal, but that comes from setting my head ablaze. I wore the brightest shade of Hell on my lips, with a desire for Heaven under the eyes. Had the desire to be a good person so, from a young age- I began to hurt myself instead of other's. Mother once told me-- I'd put bandaids on the wounds of friends, but I'd let scrapes bleed, and drip down my ankle. Father told me I was a hard worker, I felt ten again. Meeting his compliment with a blush; he doesn't commend just anyone, but my fingertips in that instant- burned. Loved the sun as a girl, spent hours under it- now I can't stand the heat. Even when I had to make appointments for my father's love those days seemed longer, my skin younger. Found a way to love the sky I'm underneath; sky blue pill sertraline, and white cloud- abilify allow my brain to absorb sunlight once more. & they tell me of a God who loves me so, but my cheeks burn, as skin melts off the bone. And I was euphoric— a star that burns incessantly, taking up too much mass. Red giant that encompasses all, suffocating in the process, exploding. I want to be a good person, but I don't feel human at all. I'm rediscovering how to love living, just the same. Burning brightly, unapologetically, as a flawed being. With passion that makes smoke rise from my mind, and flames in my hair.

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Gee, this is gonna be a long one. An open letter to my Father, Patron of my anxiety, Champion of my desperation. I know you mean love, I know that's all you ever meant, But you were cruel, Dad, I'm sorry. You brought me into a world you believed to be uncaring and cruel. Why? Why would you do that, Dad? I'm not angry, I say, I just want to psychoanalyse you. I think you're depressed, I say, You've just assumed that your experiences are the default. You see, that's always been your problem. When I say I think about death, You tell me that's normal, When I explain that I never wanted to exist, You tell me everyone feels this way. But you're wrong, And childish idealisation has held me to your words for too long. I made you promise not to die back when I was an atheist. It was the only way I could live. Now I make you promise to haunt me, instead. Ironically, I am more realistic now than ever. Don't you find that funny? Fathers do it; Mock their wives and mock their daughters. Tell me I'm insane, I'm crazy, I'm deluded. When I say you're close-minded you tell me you can't be, Not after sitting among the pews. You do realise Christ isn't the only saviour, don't you? Fluoxetine, citalopram, sertraline. I take propranolol for panic attacks you induce. I tell you to go to anger management classes all the same And mum tells me to ask the doctor about family counselling. Oh, and she tells me not to tell you, either. The worst part is that I love you all the same, Soul-sucking, depressed, arrogant Father of mine. I make you promise to never stop looking out for me. I make you promise to wait for me on the other side, So I won't have to go alone. Dad, I know I seem sad, I know I seem angry And childish and obsessive, But I am wise enough to know that I am not wise yet Which is more than you can say. How does it feel to have no sense of wonder? To sit in a Church and feel nothing? To tell someone their God is a fraud to their face? I tell you I worship the Universe as It is, That my God is Everything. You laugh. When I listen to you, I am missing half of the visible light spectrum. Your colour-blindness is catching, contaminating. Maybe the Universe was an accident, but we cannot deny it exists. But you would. If anyone would, it would be you. Dad, hear me out: Maybe the colours will be brighter after therapy, Maybe you'll understand me better if you listen, And try, Really try To understand. "And why do you listen to him?" Asks my therapist. Dad, I had no answer for her. It certainly wasn't because I believe in what you say. "Why, when he doesn't listen to you?" Dad, you told me it was acceptance that saved you. But I don't think that's what it was. You call it acceptance, I call it 'resignation' To the only fate that doesn't scare you. Dad, I will see you again. Without eyes, without senses, But I will know you, And you will know me, and I will let you know, "I told you so."

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May 20, 2019

May 20, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC

emilia-cu

For my Father

Gee, this is gonna be a long one. An open letter to my Father, Patron of my anxiety, Champion of my desperation. I know you mean love, I know that's all you ever meant, But you were cruel, Dad, I'm sorry. You brought me into a world you believed to be uncaring and cruel. Why? Why would you do that, Dad? I'm not angry, I say, I just want to psychoanalyse you. I think you're depressed, I say, You've just assumed that your experiences are the default. You see, that's always been your problem. When I say I think about death, You tell me that's normal, When I explain that I never wanted to exist, You tell me everyone feels this way. But you're wrong, And childish idealisation has held me to your words for too long. I made you promise not to die back when I was an atheist. It was the only way I could live. Now I make you promise to haunt me, instead. Ironically, I am more realistic now than ever. Don't you find that funny? Fathers do it; Mock their wives and mock their daughters. Tell me I'm insane, I'm crazy, I'm deluded. When I say you're close-minded you tell me you can't be, Not after sitting among the pews. You do realise Christ isn't the only saviour, don't you? Fluoxetine, citalopram, sertraline. I take propranolol for panic attacks you induce. I tell you to go to anger management classes all the same And mum tells me to ask the doctor about family counselling. Oh, and she tells me not to tell you, either. The worst part is that I love you all the same, Soul-sucking, depressed, arrogant Father of mine. I make you promise to never stop looking out for me. I make you promise to wait for me on the other side, So I won't have to go alone. Dad, I know I seem sad, I know I seem angry And childish and obsessive, But I am wise enough to know that I am not wise yet Which is more than you can say. How does it feel to have no sense of wonder? To sit in a Church and feel nothing? To tell someone their God is a fraud to their face? I tell you I worship the Universe as It is, That my God is Everything. You laugh. When I listen to you, I am missing half of the visible light spectrum. Your colour-blindness is catching, contaminating. Maybe the Universe was an accident, but we cannot deny it exists. But you would. If anyone would, it would be you. Dad, hear me out: Maybe the colours will be brighter after therapy, Maybe you'll understand me better if you listen, And try, Really try To understand. "And why do you listen to him?" Asks my therapist. Dad, I had no answer for her. It certainly wasn't because I believe in what you say. "Why, when he doesn't listen to you?" Dad, you told me it was acceptance that saved you. But I don't think that's what it was. You call it acceptance, I call it 'resignation' To the only fate that doesn't scare you. Dad, I will see you again. Without eyes, without senses, But I will know you, And you will know me, and I will let you know, "I told you so."

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**** you. Quit melting my mind away, and cleaving myself from myself. **** you. I'm losing track of what I used to be, all because of you. **** you. You're killing me slowly, not with toxins, but with my own mind. **** you. You've got me hooked, confused, and lost inside, outside my control. **** you. **** you, you self-destructive, sadistic ******* of a drug.

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC

jcthefluteman

sertraline haiku sutra

**** you. Quit melting my mind away, and cleaving myself from myself. **** you. I'm losing track of what I used to be, all because of you. **** you. You're killing me slowly, not with toxins, but with my own mind. **** you. You've got me hooked, confused, and lost inside, outside my control. **** you. **** you, you self-destructive, sadistic ******* of a drug.

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it's funny how people think that chocolate can fill a broken heart but m&M;'s don't help anything and i don't think they ever will i didn't have the luxury of falling to pieces i fell in a whole piece because i gave my whole to you i didn't give you pieCes of me i didn't give you slivers of my heart to fill the cracKs in yours, i gave you my heart so that you would see my soul so you would see that i am the one in desperate need of something to fill the holes in mine so you would see that i'm just as fragile as the next and yes, i am broken but not by you by words And thoughts and maybe i needed to give You my brain because i think that is in a more desperate need of healing

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC

kallee

sertraline

it's funny how people think that chocolate can fill a broken heart but m&M;'s don't help anything and i don't think they ever will i didn't have the luxury of falling to pieces i fell in a whole piece because i gave my whole to you i didn't give you pieCes of me i didn't give you slivers of my heart to fill the cracKs in yours, i gave you my heart so that you would see my soul so you would see that i am the one in desperate need of something to fill the holes in mine so you would see that i'm just as fragile as the next and yes, i am broken but not by you by words And thoughts and maybe i needed to give You my brain because i think that is in a more desperate need of healing

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You take an aspirin a day Because they say it's a miracle drug In a few days your blood pressure is raised, Prescribed losartan from a doctor But only a dollar copay, the insurance pays and all is ok. Ok? You wake up with dizziness and muscle cramps, You can't take the pain, no problem. "Just take some meclizine and tizanidine. All those side effects will go away." But the muscle relaxant makes me drowsy In the morning, it makes me unable to focus at all. "Naturally, here try low dose Adderall!" That seems to be working but now I can't seem to sleep well through the night. My body is tired but my mind stills spins. "I've got it, just five milligrams of Ambien." So a losartan, meclizine, tizanidine, Adderall, Ambien, oh and my aspirin. And all is ok, ok? Doctor, I don't know what to do, I take everything you tell me to And I just don't feel like I'm myself. "Sir, take some sertraline, it will help, It sounds like your depressed" And doctor something in this mix Is causing horrid back pain "No problem, some pain killers You'll feel like yourself again." You take an aspirin a day Because they say it's a miracle drug

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Apr 30, 2019

Apr 30, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC

ryan-maroni

Drug Cultered

You take an aspirin a day Because they say it's a miracle drug In a few days your blood pressure is raised, Prescribed losartan from a doctor But only a dollar copay, the insurance pays and all is ok. Ok? You wake up with dizziness and muscle cramps, You can't take the pain, no problem. "Just take some meclizine and tizanidine. All those side effects will go away." But the muscle relaxant makes me drowsy In the morning, it makes me unable to focus at all. "Naturally, here try low dose Adderall!" That seems to be working but now I can't seem to sleep well through the night. My body is tired but my mind stills spins. "I've got it, just five milligrams of Ambien." So a losartan, meclizine, tizanidine, Adderall, Ambien, oh and my aspirin. And all is ok, ok? Doctor, I don't know what to do, I take everything you tell me to And I just don't feel like I'm myself. "Sir, take some sertraline, it will help, It sounds like your depressed" And doctor something in this mix Is causing horrid back pain "No problem, some pain killers You'll feel like yourself again." You take an aspirin a day Because they say it's a miracle drug

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i remember feeling the hard lump in my throat you told me everything would okay but i couldn’t bring myself to believe you. For months, i was a different person but with the same face, hair and name -- a name that quite frankly, didn’t feel like mine. That part of me was ripped away and torn to shreds. Because the me you used to know, had to swallow and medicate to feel even a little bit okay. The medication made it even harder to pull myself out of the dark and rip off the covers. It took a long two weeks to get used to the feeling of being a living zombie, only to have to strengthen the dose. Afterall, you can’t medicate a broken heart and no amounts of sertraline can truly take away the thoughts in your head. Thoughts of a better life, with no more hurt and acceptance. But then you come back and rid me of any chance i had of getting away. i don’t remember the last time i truly felt like myself. i look in the mirror and see me, but it’s not me. it’s the idea of what i could’ve been, the idea of who i could’ve become. But that idea will never be me, and i don’t want to medicate anymore.

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC

ellianalyn

Medicate

i remember feeling the hard lump in my throat you told me everything would okay but i couldn’t bring myself to believe you. For months, i was a different person but with the same face, hair and name -- a name that quite frankly, didn’t feel like mine. That part of me was ripped away and torn to shreds. Because the me you used to know, had to swallow and medicate to feel even a little bit okay. The medication made it even harder to pull myself out of the dark and rip off the covers. It took a long two weeks to get used to the feeling of being a living zombie, only to have to strengthen the dose. Afterall, you can’t medicate a broken heart and no amounts of sertraline can truly take away the thoughts in your head. Thoughts of a better life, with no more hurt and acceptance. But then you come back and rid me of any chance i had of getting away. i don’t remember the last time i truly felt like myself. i look in the mirror and see me, but it’s not me. it’s the idea of what i could’ve been, the idea of who i could’ve become. But that idea will never be me, and i don’t want to medicate anymore.

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seas of entire realities take their rhythm from you and stop me living in normality eternally

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Apr 29, 2017

Apr 29, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC

jcthefluteman

sertraline

seas of entire realities take their rhythm from you and stop me living in normality eternally

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Poetry is my sertraline To write is to create a simple pen and paper is my armour against hate Music is my xanex it’s this that ignites a spark the inspiration that it gives me is my sword against the dark Nature is my therapy the feel of wind and rain and sounds of birds and bees equip me for battles in my brain Love is the most powerful - Depression’s sworn enemy more so than any prescription and there’s plenty inside of me

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Dec 5, 2018

Dec 5, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC

f_taylor0302

War on Drugs

Poetry is my sertraline To write is to create a simple pen and paper is my armour against hate Music is my xanex it’s this that ignites a spark the inspiration that it gives me is my sword against the dark Nature is my therapy the feel of wind and rain and sounds of birds and bees equip me for battles in my brain Love is the most powerful - Depression’s sworn enemy more so than any prescription and there’s plenty inside of me

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I don't see what will make me better how So I keep swallowing the tablets, Filled with sertraline As if it could fix everything, Believe me or not, I think I'm attempting my best.

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Jul 16, 2018

Jul 16, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC

Chloes-Not-An-Ange

Hoping For Unexpected Relief

I don't see what will make me better how So I keep swallowing the tablets, Filled with sertraline As if it could fix everything, Believe me or not, I think I'm attempting my best.

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