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Prozac Nation
written by DeaD_DyinG_PaiN06:19 PM 4/19/05| Scared, frightened, unlisted feelings that describe one thing. Bleeding from self inflected wounds, counting to ten when you feel the anger rise. Biting your lip when nervous. Hatred on others that take friends away. And it all comes down to this, “how are you feeling today.” well how about I don’t fucking know. I feel it crawling, I feel it crying to be loved. I have to feed its hungry. Went to far, now I’m putting hope on these pills. I feel as if we are living in a Prozac nation. Everything leads to these tiny pills that are suppose to do so much for you. Every corner I turn, every step I take to scared to be knocked down. To swollen to admit I need you and went you to stay but instead I watch you leave me. I scream Pull some hair the temper level is over board, she is looking at you and at this one moment I can’t hold back. Throw her on the ground and watch her bleed. 10 long lonesome days at home for something I couldn’t stop. I fight it for a few days but I can feel coming tonight. Its cries “feed me” and it cuts deep into me “feed me now!” and the more I fight it the more it hurts me and others around me. How can I stop it? And the question rings in my head as I stare at the answer. Rusty dull razor blade. I stop and count in my head. One.. There is no way out. Two.. I can’t fight this anymore. Three.. Forgive me! Four.. Push it down. Five.. Bite my lip. Six.. The tears begin to fall. seven.. No I want to live!!! Eight.. I’m so cold. Nine… maybe I need this. Ten.. Close my eyes and wake up! Take me away please, he is yelling at me again, scared to death about that hand rising. I’m not save at home, I’m not save around living things. Am I losing it? I’m getting weak in the knees, and I have to grab a hold of something or I will float away. They all come running asking question but the answers I can’t explain. GO AWAY!!!!! I HATE YOU!!! No wait I’m sorry come back please. I’m a danger to society, lock me up and throw away the key. I have tried everything I know to numb all this pain and once I’m done all I want is to feel it again.. Oh god this can’t be real. Show me what its like to live because right now I’m dying. I feel as if we are living in a Prozac Nation, not really moving forward but just waiting to die. The doctor hands you the bottle with a smile, see you next week. |
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