Prozac Traffic

by Jen   Jul 13, 2006


Remind me what it's like to cry.
For Prozac blocks my feelings.
I miss caring,
I miss hating myself,
I miss wanting to die,
but what does this mean?
now that I feel nothing,
am I happy?
Happiness is all so stereotypical.
Happiness could be winning the lottery
or getting married
or finding a cure for cancer
but I know,
Happiness was death to me at one time
So how do you know
who says what happiness is right?
Tell me

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Excellent job on this poem. Very well written. Who can say when or where we will find happiness?

  • 17 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    This is a nice written peom

    keep it up

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