Antidepressant Poems - Poems about Antidepressant

Sunlight in capsules— I swallow artificial dawn and smile on schedule....

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Think I'll design an anti-depression website Where people can visit when they're down When their lives aren't zinging along at top speed And they're continually wearing a frown Most likely could have used it myself at times But my Cathie sure helped me get through As well as all you wonderful people out there What would I do without you guys too You...

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"Chasing The Many Faces of God ( We the People Series) There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace... Constant reminders of who controls the human race. We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase... gotta get the God with big numbers on his face... gotta hurry along... got no time...

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My savior takes form of a tablet that I swallow each day. She keeps me comfortably numb and my despondency at bay. Hail Mary full of grace, if grace comes in a pill. Blessed be the womb to the mother of psychosis, may my neurons bend to her will. Who says happiness can’t be bought? Because it certainly can be...

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Dodging rain drops so I didn't slip in the storm was my dancing lessons No torch on a road of darkness I picked up a pen and closed the target Then poetry became my antidepressant Born into a world where my parents needed alcohol more Crying in my cot, I pleaded I'm sure But they were too drunk to come...

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antidepressant black death heart rattle against bone cage trapped in a chemical labyrinth smothered in a shawl mind haze living tears dried, lost not cried spark fried brain wires uncrossed. but life lost....

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I wanted to take anti-depressant By mistake I took anti-perspirant. Sadly, I'm not in a cheerful mood, But, I'm smelling pretty good!...

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In the red dust bowl of a dry river bed an afterlife flowed to the distance ahead where the eyes cannot figure the view at the end or what lies in wait around the bend. Gnarled fisher of dreams in twisted pain, serotonin running on empty again, hook, line and sinker striking out at the mercy of drama and throat-baking drought. The matrix...

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