| Push and Pull "Mental health is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent. A drug...can work only as well as the brain allows it to."-Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation It's in my head, not my heart. The rattling echoes speak to me, Obsessing over all the things that we've fought for. Night by night, my anxieties climax into nightmares. Fears and worry flutter through my field of vision, Physically causing me pain. It's in my head, not my heart. Breath by breath; I assure myself, Of the science around a chemical imbalance. Easily, it can fade into a muted menace, By a pill or a compulsion. It's in my head, not my heart. I can feel the rope burn across my dendrites, The sinking into the endless abyss of guilt and skepticism. I seek the remnants of our happiness, the happiness I fight for. It's in my head, not my heart, And it shrinks at the shadow of our flame. Even in it's fascination and faltering. Raindrops keep falling through my broken dreams. I want to meet them tomorrow. |