Effexor.
Son of Wyeth-Ayerst labs.
Brother of Ativan, Equanil, and Surmontil.
Supposed protector of my well being.
Not only taking away the bad feelings,
But confiscating the good ones as well.
Aiding me in becoming a man who simply exists.
He cushioned me from the inconveniences of emotions.
Emotions that would have presented themselves
At my grandmother's funeral.
Emotions that would have presented themselves
At the bedroom where I lost my virginity.
Emotions that would have been present
At my high school graduation.
Emotions that would have been present
At my 18th birthday party,
Where my girlfriend confessed to kissing another girl.
Most would have felt sad, aroused, happy, and angry.
Not I.
These events left me completely numb, thanks to Effexor.
Simple pleasures like taking photographs,
Playing with my dog in Willowbrook Park,
And feeling the warmth of somebody's embrace
No longer brought bliss after you entered my life, Effexor.
Two hundred milligrams per day.
Fourteen hundred milligrams per week.
Seventy-two thousand eight hundred milligrams
For two years left me hollow inside.
With a little bit of help,
I managed to make a clean and necessary break.
I could no longer live with the irreconcilable differences.
However, I will always have your tan, five-sided tablets
in my memories.
Effexor.
Son of Wyeth-Ayerst labs.
Brother of Ativan, Equanil, and Surmontil.
Supposed protector of my well being.
You were always a pill I could depend on.
After I tried to take away my life and failed.
You tried to take away my life and succeeded.
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