I feel the veins that sit behind my eyes grow varicose as gentle light starts filtering through fractured blinds that shade the world from me

You'd always watch me as I'd wax and wane

Fluoxetine and slow decay

Dependence on a medicine is Hell without reprieve

I am bereft of the ineffable affections I feel I am owed

My vacancy and apathy are all that I have left to show

For years I spent in isolation, for chemicals that took the place

Of fleeting moments in which I found reprieve from misery

And it seems the only solace I'm afforded is now instead of wanting to kill myself I just sleep

I guess progress really isn't want I thought it would be

And as I lay supine and let the phosphenes fade after another collapse

I'm left to contemplate if I'm really getting better, or if I'm just numb to the feeling of falling apart

My dichotomy has always been that I'm scared of burdening those who love me

But knowing I need help before I die afraid and lonely

But maybe it's all in my head

The irony I face is that whenever I try to medicate my aches

It kills the only part of me that makes me want to stay

And as I lay supine and let the phosphenes fade after another collapse, I'm left to contemplate

If I'm really getting better, or if I'm just numb to the feeling of falling apart