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.