Fluoxetine (Pt. 2)

A continuation of the poem I wrote about Prozac.

Make me feel nothing

Or burden me with the world’s sins;

change me from my heart, outward-

Purge me from within.

Put the light back into my eyes, 

Let me look into those of my soul.

I don’t care if it hurts,

I need you to have control.

Hold me and let the wounds 

I’ve given myself 

Fade into you

I want to feel flawless

I want to feel like I’m new.

Make me light,

Make me free,

Let me exist in the way

I long to be.

Take the little girl that lives inside,

Into your embrace.

She’ fallen into the whirlwinds of hell,

Her fears have led her into shame.

Nurture her into she’s gone,

though she’ll try to flee;

Tell her that I'm too strong,

to let her cry inside of me.

Mend her body, heal her scars,

My Sweet Fluoxetine

her grief will silence her no more,

Now she rests in your peace.