I started on the meds,
And my sleeping pattern changed
Now it's even worse
I find it harder to sleep
And I can't wake up when I eventually do
It turns to isolation in the dark
And sadboi hours in the morning
My mood drops as the day goes on
And I'm back staring blankly at the window
Listening to old songs on repeat
And occasionally loading a game of Subway Surfers
I end up missing dinner,
And I end up missing shows
That I know would keep me happy
At least just for an hour or two
It's the same old plain food
If hunger takes over
And I feel less sick than I did earlier
I miss my favourite drinks
Dr. Pepper, Rockstar, Cider and Fanta
Instead it's plain old coke and sertraline
As it's the only way to make the pills go down
Without choking
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Sertraline
PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
