Escitalopram
I can tell that it’s getting bad again
My hair is falling out
I have puffy bags under my eyes
I think that it’s stopped working
The hallucinations
The fear
The
P
A
N
I
C
I know that something is wrong
There are too many shadows on the walls
The voices coming out aren’t my own
The floor twists and shouts
I need to leave
I need to get out
I need
Something












