Life hit me to fall at my wits end.
I failed, time and time again.
Everyone tried to soothe my pain with sweet loving praises.
Here I go spiraling once more, into another phase.
The doctor says time to upgrade my meds.
Year after year, I hear many frightening things in my head.
if I decide not to take these pills, you will never recognize what I can become.
Anyone whose been there and done that, I chased them only to run.
I can get so damn frustrated with my self being.
I only go from depression to being mean.
I lose all my family and friends and end up on the street.
For first time approaching me, you would not give me a hand, you would keep on walking, I would be the last person you would want to meet.
So here I am sitting in the waiting room of the hospital awaiting for my pills to be upgraded.
I definitely don't want to become that type of person that has to be sedated.
Once again, I am listening to my doctor, and working on myself.
My daughters story, her mental health, is what I wrote about.
©terrylin53
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