A Prozac Poem

I’m reading some old diaries/journals.  I just found this poem… not sure which K wrote it since I don’t recognize the handwriting,  but it’s dated June 2006.

Writing just to keep from thinking

Hands are shaking but eyes aren’t blinking

Over a week since I’ve seen my best friend

It’s Prozac I seek- my faithful companion

In his absence I go crazy

Mind stops working, life gets hazy

Give me my pills or I will get frantic

Screaming and crying, I’ll be in a panic

Hooked? Oh yes I clearly am

But addiction, to me, is better than

A mind that is out of control…

Prozac seems to give me a soul.