37.5 Milligrams

I can only write when I am in my worst state of mind that is why I have stopped taking the 37.5 milligrams every night.

I cannot write about how blue the sky is or how wonderful the flowers smell because frankly I can’t even tell you what day of the week it is.

I wish I could write love stories with happy endings but I only write stuff you can relate to when you’re reading instead of making your therapy appointment.

Those 37.5 milligrams pull me away from the pendulum that is my emotions. However that pendulum is what provokes the unexpected twists and turns of my mind . With every turn producing tragic words that seem to fall on the page almost too easily.

I wish I could write a poem that tells you that your life will turn out exactly the way you want it but I fail to see the enjoyment of predictability. Would you rather me feed you lies about a society that is too far gone or tell you exactly how we all feel.

Hopeless.

Tragic.

Lost.

Personally I prefer that latter, but that is only because I would rather be depressed and a good writer then mediocre and stable.