Prozac and Cough Medicine

There is no suburban prince coming to save me
This is no John Green fairy tale bullshit.
I am not a beautifully broken enigma.
My alarm will ring at 7 a.m.
While I get ready for work I'll be silent.
It hurts.

Small talk and awkward smiles consume my day.
I drive home forgetting to put music on.
I walk my dog and take out the trash.
I wash my face and look into the mirror.
My god I hate her so much.
It hurts.

I watch Netflix until it is appropriate to sleep
I let Comedies play and I don't laugh once.
It's 10 p.m as I close my eyes.
I don't actually believe I'm asleep.
Then again I'm never really awake either.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Depression and anxiety can make us feel like what you’ve described in this poem, and I think Prozac and sleep aids like cough medicine (alcohol too) might make this feeling worse. We seem detached from the present. I’ve often described it as feeling like a ghost. I’m hovering and present, but not engaged in what’s happening.

This is so raw and well written. I’m sure this poem will speak to many in the Cafe.

[Rainee Whiting]

"I don't actually believe I'm asleep.
Then again I'm never really awake either."

So powerful. Well done.

[poison&kerosene]

I know that I am 3 years late but thank you for taking the time to read it and for your kind words!