My poetry collection

Mental Health

I feel like there is something evil
in these veins.
Maybe that sounds over dramatic,
but I mean it.
I feel like I am not in control.

Not always,
like when the horizon swallows the sun
and the darkness spreads across my room
and into my bones so
the only thing I know is the quiet suggestions
of a tiny little voice inside my head
and I just have to sit there
and will myself into stillness
into staying here,
into being calm.

I just don't feel normal. I don't.