hit the floor
narcoleptic
mask the pain,
anesthetic
locked in syndrome
catatonic
a repeat prescription
with three words on it
Mirtazapine
Quetiapine
Aripiprazole
I hate to say,
I know them well,
packed
and produced
designed to reduce
all the serpents
slivering
inside my head,
pacifying the beast
whilst keeping it fed,
somewhere
in between,
screams
my faulty gene,
each neurotransmitter
is starved
of dopamine
So how do I feel?
I just can’t tell
I use to be a person
that I knew well,
but since my ‘shrink’
upped my dose
I’ve misplaced the traits
I loved most
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