Abilify

This one's pretty close to me. I believe it was written in high school and meticulously revised through college.

An unnatural course of events

oxidized the hinges

of my brain-door,

 

but my own reality

hammered into me nails

of self doubt.

Apathy.

And a cold unfeeling

breeched only by disruptive bouts

of unfathomable, desperate grief;

 

eased only

by artificial supplements

trickling through my synapses.

 

Only there is found mirth.

Only then do I have a moment’s peace

to meet the carpenter

and regret his presence.

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[Chris]

THIS one held me... because I wanted to understand. From the beginning it felt ...real.