I Can't Live Without My Meds

I can't live without my meds.

Most say things such as love, friends, or their favorite food.

But I-I'm different.

I don't want to be this way but I can't seem to survive without this armor.

The chest plate of diagnosis, gauntlets of millograms, and the rest is zoloft itself.

If I want to love, I need its aid.

If I yearn for company, I must first swallow the happiness I need to enjoy the outing. 

The dismal smog lingeres above my body, the only thing keeping it's virus at bay; the pills.

If I go one day without this small capsule, everything rushes back.

The pain as well as the contradictory numb sensation.

But I am grateful.

I can't live without my meds but without them I wouldn't have the ability to live.