the little white pill sits in my hand
I'm not crazy
I chug water with it
I'm not crazy
I go to school
I'm not crazy
I am numb, but
I am not crazy
I blow up at people
I am not crazy
I cry and sob
I am not crazy
I go home
I'm not crazy
I'm not crazy
I don't want to be thus way.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
