I've been on Zoloft for 5 weeks now. (prescribed for anxiety and mild depression). For three weeks in the middle, I was really depressed tho. I was considering dropping out of school because I wanted to go to a psych ward just to get away from everything and everyone, including my head. Then I had a manic-like episode for almost all of last week so that was that.

Anyways, here is a poem I wrote on Wednesday (Feb. 10th) during a class:

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My mind is a dangerous place.

Deep, dark, and endless as a cavern,

Corpse and cobweb ridden as a catacomb,

Barbed and torturous as a prison.

It strips me and beats me bare.

It shoves a crown of hate on my head

And baptizes me with blood and bitter tears.

It lashes my arms with pins

And dares each night to draw deeper wounds.

My mind is a dangerous place,

and I warn any wanderer who thinks to venture there