medication
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I am from divorced parents
I am from a large house of empty rooms
I am from a school that looked the other way when problems arose
I am from a neighborhood close to a park
dante's inferno has got nothing on meI've spent time in the psych wardsa forever in therapyso many drugsand none of them can cure methe vivid images I seeand the voice I don't ownare my friends and my enemiesotherwise I am mostly alonetoo overwhel
Peter Piper Picked a Pair of Pills to Pop
Just to see what they’d do to him
He Popped a cocktail stocked with
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Crying, crying, crying.
Looking straight at the barren white wall.
My roommate was nowhere to be found,
So I knew I could let it all out.
But why, why, why
Was I crying so damn much?
Daddy Daddy
I don’t feel like myself
Daddy, I need you more than ever it’s my mental health
I can’t seem to understand why I still suffer
After seven long years, it’s getting tougher
How can I rhyme the words in my head
When my medication keeps my creativity dead
It suppresses my mind and artistic creation
Right and left brain have no correlation
My inner child wants to frolick and play
Every morning when I awake
A glass in one hand, a small paradise marking my fate
the paradise in my other palm
The yellow oblong world seems to shrink when looked upon
I splash the water into my soul,
What is it that keeps one from reaching its highest quality?It’s an epitome I️ received, tugging at my curiosity.
As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
One might question the sanctity of the doctor who prescribes you new medication,While simultaneously asking you to remove the sutures from your last hospital visit.
crying, crying
always crying
the tears never seem to end
never speaking my mind
you ask me to open up to you
to let my thoughts be free
did you really think that i could bend just because?
We were introduced to medication at seven and eleven.
My brother's first thought was to break open the capsule
To the sound of my parents saying, "No, no, no."
Now we're poppin' pills from PEZ dispensers
I feel so detached, watching the scene happening
How could these blue scrubs be mine? This wristband?
The main character loves me, the smart side-kickThe thought is a balloon that continuously rises
Before you I was bent,
A twisted Quasimodo praying desperately to be your Esmeralda
Begging for your love to fill the empty cathedral of my heart
So one day all of France could see my inner beauty
Continue.....
Continue to live
Continue to process
I dont remember how this began
When did I go wrong?
When did I decide my bed is where I chose to stay safe?
I’m trapped inside routine
Ingestions of medication
Proven to numb the sickness
That wreaks havoc in my mind.
Of course, the pills work,
But only for a moment.
Freeing me from myself,
Being sick to me, iswaking up due to that small subtle crease in the bed causing
Dark and cold,
A tale so old,
Coming home,
Waiting to unfold.
He sits on his bed,
Painting his wrists red,
Urging the thoughts,
To just leave his head.
I once knew a kidHe was joyous, excited, and niceHe was not at all timidPositive emotions, he could entice
You say I’m okay
On the outside
So I must be alright
To keep going
But have you once thought
About how I feel inside
I was little when disposable cameras were "the thing"Polaroids were fading out.
I would pose for my mother in my new school clothes
Silly faces, ballerina, peace signs.
Wouldn’t it be easy?
A hand full of pills,
Gently sliding down my throat,
Poisoning my body,
Mental stabiliy is invisible to the eye of one's emotions when they run so dry.
Don't cry for the hurt, the lost, or the mislead.
i never suspected that i would spend so much time trying to pick things out from under my skin.
Sweet Supple Innocence
The press of sinewy hips
Our flesh entangled before the gaze of silver plated St. Peter, the protector
I merged into you, no longer me simply an extension of you
You became my puppeteer
Not everything works
Like it used to when
We were young
Disease fills us
Disorders rot our minds and
We’re never cured
Anxiety creeps up
Fire that you ignore but
Can’t put out
Helping people day and night
Helping people left and right
Rain or shine
For Saddness or happy
This is my job, my calling, my happening
Healing the sick or fixing the disabled
Earning the blessing to be a pharmaceutical scientist…that is probably one of the most selfless things conceivable to me.Every day on the job will be an effort to eradicate disease.Tuition,SAT,GPA,SSL hours?
Welcome all to what I call my imagination, quite a unique thing let it fill you with facsination.
But there comes a price to this talent you see, care to take a guess or let me show you what I mean?
Pills,Pills,Pills,A pill for all your ills,Pills,Pills,Pills,A pill for all your feels,Pills,Pills,Pills,For broken bones and broken homes,
Forcing the pills, the good doctor prescribes
To children with potential to be the greatest of minds.
Parents say , “My kid’s waaay to high energy.”
ADD! The good doctor determines.
When I stopped taking Valium
I started punching walls
And I think that’s a good thing
I’m Seventeen
I’ve been medicated
for four years
I’m angry and I ought to be
Seems lost, doesn’t it?
The decisions that led to this moment,
Cost it its own government,
I still covet it, when its well it’s a wonderful thing,
Sometimes, even in hell, this joy it can bring,
Where is the pain?
It’s here inside -
Buried within my heart;
Raw and worn
In crippled form,
No pulse it needs
To start.
I need this suppressed pain,
For what is life
(poems go here)Blue and White Sanity
When I first thought maybe
my symptoms were more than just
being 17
I feared one thing more than madness.
Medication.
Fix me.
Take away my humanity.
One emotion, I don't want depth.
I only want what I can help.
Help me rid of sorrow and tears
So nothing but happy will last these years
Health is wealth or so they say in the red, white, and blue of the U, S, of A.
But out of every country in the world, America has the most obese boys and girls.
