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
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