Dear Seroquel

Dear Seroquel,
I miss those nights where I am awake,
Listening to the house breathing,
With millions thoughts flooding my mind,
You've got my hands tied.

I miss those days with bursts of energy,
Where sleep aren't as important as overthinking,
Where imagination were escapism from the real world,
But I've got none of those anymore.

I miss those productive nights,
Quiet and peaceful,
Where my thoughts are equations,
But I can't solve any no more.

I miss those emotional nights,
Nights I can write about
To untangle these wires of emotions
That I can barely explain.

Dear Seroquel,
This might be a goodbye,
I thank you for those stable days and nights,
And proveable improvements.

Farewell my friend.