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prozac aftermath 2001
this is nothing
no joy
no pleasure
no pain
just a horizontal view
where I merely satisfy
my assigned space
my body breathes
but my lungs are indifferent
breathe or do not
this is apathy
no happiness
no passion
no suffering
just a flat line
my eyes reflect
looking at everything
recognizing nothing
this is neglect
no emotion permeates this fog
no thought is ever complete
no tear ever falls
no laughter ever echoes
this is wrong
I will not bear it
this must change
now
Critiques
Ink Dragon
18 years 8 months ago
knocked me flat on my back
IKnowNoBox
18 years 7 months ago
When I was in Behavioral health care
searchursoul
18 years 7 months ago
You described what it’s
RSScheerer
18 years 7 months ago
I should probably state for clarification
barbsdad2003
18 years 7 months ago
so delicately, wonderfully written
Calliope
18 years 7 months ago
Zombie-fied
weirdelf
18 years 7 months ago
Oh yes, been there
Mark
18 years 5 months ago
So on target
RSScheerer
18 years 5 months ago
thanks, Mark
Nmolly 49
18 years 3 months ago
Thank you for your comments
frangipangi
17 years 11 months ago
meds
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
Frangipangi
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
This poem takes on new light
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
Once
Rett
17 years 11 months ago
Girl, I understand more than you know.
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
Rett
Rett
17 years 11 months ago
My appreciation ronda