Hydroxyzine

A slowly sinking ship that makes no sound A broken clock with hands that do not turn An octopus with eight arms dragging down This is the life from poor choices I earn Sedative side effects hold me so tight While vivid dreams plague my unconscious mind But it's that, or insomnia, this night And bad sleep is better than fear, I find One tiny pill voids me of emotion Drowning the pain I hold so deep inside Calmness comes down like waves of the ocean Bringing relief though damaging my pride This is my new life, full of much panic Trapped in the mind of someone who's manic