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I thought it was normal until my therapist told me it wasn't.


I thought I was fine until I saw an empty bottle of pills in my hand, and everyone had freaked out.


I thought I could handle it until I ended up in a mental hospital.


I thought I could stop caring until the ones who abandoned me sweet-talked my mind into selling my soul.


I thought it would get better until I realized it had only gotten worse

Throughout the past four years.


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