Radical Acts of Living

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This fistful of pills

Makes me fat

Makes me have nightmares

Makes me groggy as hell

Makes me sane

Makes me live

This fistful of pills

Is my protest

Against the demons in my head

Against the darkness

That wants to cover me like a blanket of thorns

This fistful of pills

Makes the voices so soft

Sometimes I don’t hear them at all

Their mutterings of self doubt

Encouraging me to hurt myself

This fistful of pills

Is my radical act of living

Is my march for rights

Is my megaphone shouting

I AM ALIVE

And I deserve to be

So I choke down

This fistful of pills

Every day without fail

Because I refuse to go back

Never again enclosed in those walls

This fistful of pills

Is my freedom

Is my protest

Is my lifeline

This fistful of pills

Is life itself

And never again will I feel

Useless

Worthless

Deserving of scorn

Because my eyes are open

This fistful of pills

Is my sword in battle

And I will keep fighting

As long as I have to

For the rest of my life.


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  1. “This fistful of pills Is my sword in battle” I think this line has saved me. So tired of all the pills, side effects, etc. I will now look at them as the sword that kills the demons. Thank you!

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