Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
Off My Meds (Again)
The voices
Won't shut up
In this head of mine.
I can't take it
Anymore.
I'm off my psych-meds
Again.
It was fun for awhile.
It's great to be high
On mania.
Great to get
So much done.
But the plunge
Into utter
Despair & depression
Is almost
Unbearable.
I laugh & I cry
& I throw things.
Can't control
These stupid emotions.
But I'm so much more
Creative.
So much more
In touch
With the spectrum
Of emotions I feel.
Sometimes I go off
My meds
On purpose
When my son
Is with his dad.
Cuz I feel so numb
When I'm on them.
So blah-zay,
So hum-drum.
I need to feel
The extremes
Sometimes.
Just to know
I'm alive.
Copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
March 9, 2006
7:05 a.m.
Won't shut up
In this head of mine.
I can't take it
Anymore.
I'm off my psych-meds
Again.
It was fun for awhile.
It's great to be high
On mania.
Great to get
So much done.
But the plunge
Into utter
Despair & depression
Is almost
Unbearable.
I laugh & I cry
& I throw things.
Can't control
These stupid emotions.
But I'm so much more
Creative.
So much more
In touch
With the spectrum
Of emotions I feel.
Sometimes I go off
My meds
On purpose
When my son
Is with his dad.
Cuz I feel so numb
When I'm on them.
So blah-zay,
So hum-drum.
I need to feel
The extremes
Sometimes.
Just to know
I'm alive.
Copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
March 9, 2006
7:05 a.m.
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Off My Meds (Again)
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