The meds have taken hold,
Taking them every single night,
Just like the doctor told.
Thoughts have gotten slowed,
Memory is returning and my life
Has gotten better, it shows.
My smiles are actually real,
The pills I swallow help me,
But how long until this deal
Is broken and I’m back like before?
Is this a new chapter, a better start,
A new path in my life, a new door?
The pain and guilt are locked away,
So I can go forward and apologize
And make amends for the other days.
I’m close to the old me I was before,
I want this to get even better,
So I can realize what this life of mine is for.
(medicated, an anti-poem)
I take 22 pills; if I die,
my blood will be on your hands.
Help me taper off, you ■■■■■■■,
Or I will quit and to hell with all meds and doctors.
I am serious. Lol
@Om_Sadasiva I would get a different psychiatrist. I used to be on 6 different medications per day and they wanted to give me even more…I changed doctor and today I’m just on two.