I stopped taking setraline now I have diarrhea

Invasive

Raping my brain with a hot iron poker

Chemicals fall short

Empty reassurance 

it won't let up

It was a long time friend before we even met

The knowing is that it will be the death of me

every face I ever found 

like a reel of old street crowds waning through a town

their empty smiles and laughs

cranial auditorium 

I let the thought of death

take me to bed

Sometimes it seems safer

I've been told i look frail

but I emit black film like a helpless fire

grief is my skin

strength beyond sorrow

but the tides in again

Nothing would be more descriptive

than a shot to the head