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These Pills Kill My Soul

I wish I could kill the demon inside me

But these pills kill my soul

And leave me a shell

With no thought of my own

A numb mind, numb skin

The urge to sleep without dreams

And fear to the depths of my being

With them, I am no longer me

Maybe sad is what I am,

What I’m supposed to be


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about my experiences with anti-depressants and why I refuse to take them anymore.  They didn't work for me, but if you are prescribed them, don't stop taking them without the advice of your doctor.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 6:24am
©11 July 2002 - 9:48pm — cuddledumplin
14 February 2003 - 9:03pm — Abbey Reeder (not verified)
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sometimes anti-depressants do help a person to get through depression and to help keep a person sane. plus sometimes some people dont have enough saratonine to be able to not be on anti-depressants.
ok enough with the lecture. anyway, good poem in all aspects.

10 February 2003 - 6:42pm — dolphin
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Good!