Bitter

  Embittered eyes gaze.
Languished  and embalmed,
In hatred of self and position.
I will only find the quiet of the midnight,
In the streets of my misery's cage.
I can see a barbers pole through the rusted bars.
Of a prisoner of mind in matters, only I can know.
I fear you in your glare at my hypocrisy of a life in chosen pursuit.
I choose happiness in my pool of self pity.
A buoy, a ring with to swim towards a receding shoreline, is what I desire.
A finding in truth, a look into a fragile state, and bitter is it's taste in life.
I believe in the sweetness of hope, a real rare commodity to share, life in love.

Loxapine

  I have found Loxapine to be a good medicine to control many symptoms. Ones that I have struggled with over the years. In my review I would give it a B+ in symptom control. I have a mouth like the Sahara , but otherwise things are working pretty good. I have become more distant over the last 8 months. I'm going to try a new medicine with named Prephenazine. Maybe it will work, Maybe the loxapine is the cause of my worsening of symptoms. Then the med change would be great. Well I'm not going to hold my breath I have been disappointed so much over the last ten years. It would a appear that disappointment is my only appointment. I know that is sad. I'm bound and determined to win this little battle, and take back a little bit, and bit by bit, I will claw my way forward. I will come out of these crushing feelings somehow, and merely the when is the question. I have hope that I will succeed.