Poetry from Ian Copestick

Ian Copestick
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

  1. I can relate to this. I too missed a week of meds. Not anymore. You capture the right voice to express this.

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