"venlafaxine" poems
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.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Take these, they say;
They will help, they say.
How ‘bout some venlafaxine?
That will stop you wanting to die.
Bit anxious?
Some lorazepam will fix that!
Oh, how’s your sleeping?
Temazepam, zopiclone!
That’ll do the trick.
Your mood is unstable?
We have something to cure that!
We’ll add on some lithium and quetiapine,
How does that sound?
You’ll be all better in no time.
You take the pills,
Two in the morning (with a large glass of water)
During the day (as needed)
Three more in the evening (after food)
And three at night (an hour before bed)
Am I all better yet?
Well, I guess I don’t feel anxious..
And my mood isn’t all over the place…
In fact; I don’t have a mood at all.
Nothing.
Zombiefied.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC