You Just Can't Win
I did a
really,
stupid
thing,
this week,
well, last
week.
I ran out
of Prozac.
I've been
really ill,
all week.
Feeling
nausea,
unable to
eat properly.
It's been a
fucking rough
week.
I finally got
it together
to pick up my
tablets today.
I think it's the
first time that
I've ever read
the instructions
on how to take
them .
It was all there,
" Don't let your
pills run out.
The withdrawal
symptoms
include
nausea,
sickness,
low mood.
Lack of energy,
and motivation.
Etc. "
Basically,
all the shit
I've been
going through
in the last, horrible
week.
It's
my
own
fault.
I
know
that.
But,
I look at
the side
effects from
taking them.
They're
almost
exactly the
same.
You
just can't
win.
2 thoughts on “Poetry from Ian Copestick”
great poem Ian, and so true.
I can relate to this. I too missed a week of meds. Not anymore. You capture the right voice to express this.
great poem Ian, and so true.
I can relate to this. I too missed a week of meds. Not anymore. You capture the right voice to express this.