please fix me, doctor
Little white pills right next to the blue, ask the doctor "maybe we could double it?" and that they do-
One for being sad and one for being anxious, my brain chemistry working overtime on a job that seems thankless.
Ask them "how long does it take?" but of course no simple answer; just take them both twice a day and keep committed like a dancer.
I know these views are beautiful, I know I should feel joy; I know these things and yet it's still hard to breathe and there must be some grand scheme or ploy.
How do I activate the right chemicals? Does it take some sort of code? I know I should be better but these coated ovals are working overload.
Stumble onward blindly but keep the light on just in case, make sure to leave some crumbs behind to aid them in their chase-
Or perhaps I'll just drop some scattered blue and white, then you'll for certain it was me...just pop them in your pocket and go find me in the trees.
YOU ARE READING
your heart breaks forevermore
PoetryA combination of both free-verse poetry and story-telling, I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it. Poetry has always been such a peaceful escape for me, whether it be based on something real or entirely plucked from the...
