I was, I mean, I am depressed.

I take medication for that, and for anxiety,

Antidotes, as some would call them.

Because I’m sick,

or at least, my brain is.

It’s supposed to keep me alive,

you know, like stranger-danger…

But it’s killing me,

and he knows it too well.

The person I’m trying to become is held back by these thoughts,

the ones that won’t stop.

Until they did…

My “antidotes” save me from these thoughts,

but they didn’t make them evolve, or change them…

They completely erased them.

Now, my mind is blank,

my heart is empty,

and my emotions are dead.

So thank you to the medication that was supposed to save me,

because I think I feel more dead now than I did before.