I stoped writing poems about the same time I started taking antidepressants
Somehow I find it really hard to write when I am not swimming in sadness it's not that I like felt empty It's just that it made for better poetry it's not that I wanted to stop feeling things it's just I couldn't stop feeling them and keep myself alive at the same time so I regurgitated old poems as if they were scripture that just got tired but how do I explain my depression to someone who ripped their own body in order to birth me who had to learn to love someone that looks just like him?
