Dear Lyrica,You disgust me.
I hate to start this letter this way but you need to know what you've done to me and so many more.the pain you caused while claimingto be here to heal.
I. hate. you.I can't express how much hate I hold for you,and I 'm not alone.not by far.
You are in the business of spreading misconceptionspreying off those desperate for any relieffrom a pain you only partly understand overactive nerves? It's so much more But I think you know that.I've been plagued by this for so long I've got this feeling that youare well aware of the side effects well aware that suicidal tendency, pain, and angerare more normal for this then you let on.
You make your money painting a beautiful picture that's far from the truthwith actors obliviously not in pain with lives not burden by this disease, but you don't care it's all about the profit marginsit's all about tiny warnings that need to be screamedand success rate you don't even publicize
You make your money off the newly diagnosed those desperate for any tiny bit of relief. from a tear-jerking, world shattering, relentless painThat doesn't vibrate through your body.
You know something about that though,the relentless pain you caused me every time your commercials come onevery time someone suggest you to me.All I feel is the memoriesthe times I couldn't get out bed all the times I no longer cared for my lifebut that doesnt matter after all
What's a couple deaths when you are still filling your pockets?
With Love,The naive girl who believed this pain could be managed
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The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoetryPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
