Prozac Daze
Prozac Daze
The eighties were a haze of
Prozac daze and sleepless nights
panic stricken midnight flights!
Razor cuts into the vein
not to lose, not to gain
simply just to ease my pain.
Mania’s maddening! Depression kills!
Anti-depressants-Pills! Pills! Pills!
Stomach pumped! Failed again!
Please forgive me for my sin
Psychiatrist say’s, “ Just forget!”
Damn his wry, sardonic wit!
Once is all I can survive!
When I’m dead I’m still alive!
End this agonizing phase!
Deliver me from Prozac daze!
Copyright © Susan Jeavons | Year Posted 2019
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