Happy Pills

by Elizabeth Grant

I am,

Am I

Depressed.

Slow to rise

Even slower dressed.

I sigh

Why sigh?

Shrivelled in thought

Reaching for the St. John's Wort.

I'll die

I cry

Longing for my life back

In a-popping Prozac blister pack.

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