Literature
Escitalopram
I never thought I would miss you after what you turned into, The monster from my nightmares - only in my waking hours, And yet... I do. I miss you like a dear friend I've mourned, Like a family member who lost touch, Your voice was poison under my eyes, But somehow I craved it, I drank it up like it was dew from the tree of life, And now... all that remains is the gap in my subconscious Where you once had burrowed and nested, I know I should be overwhelmed with joy - not sorrow, I should be praising all the gods for curing my horror, Should be hugging my doctor like a father for gifting me With the miracle elixir that erased you, But I simply cannot... As far back as I can recall, you were around, Floating around my mind, You were there to make me laugh when I cried, Make me smile when I was distraught, Play games, tell me jokes, help me sleep. You may be my inner demons feeding off me like a tapeworm, But you've always been my friends... I didn't want to cast you out, I didn't