7/3/16 10:18 AM - Better?
Part of me thinks you're slowly getting better,
The rest of me thinks you're just hiding how you really feel.
I know I'm getting better,
But part of me doesn't want to.
I miss depression.
I don't feel like me without it.
Is it still there?
Yes,
But I don't have enough.
Lower my doses,
Be meaner to me,
Hand me some blades,
I don't feel like me.
I'm silly and goofy,
Like a child, you say.
Sadness is comforting.
It wraps you up in a blanket doused in chloroform and slowly lulls you to sleep.
I miss you comforting me as I cry out my eyes.
I miss you caring for me when I wanted to die.
Do I want it back?
Maybe, yes.
I look into your eyes,
And think that wouldn't be best.
7/20/16 6:08 PM - Flying Towards the Future
Eight more days until I fly
Both on love and prescription high.
See the water from above,
On the way to see my love.
Video chats,
And future cats.
It's all finally coming together,
And things are getting better.
Happy month was not that easy,
But, next week will be just breezy.
Airport hugs and shoulder rubs,
Promise rings,
Just the little things.
Snuggle close,
Love you the most.
Let continue our plan,
My superman.
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The Broken Book
PoesiaA collection of poems that I've written. Updated at the beginning of each month Frequent triggers: Self harm, death, suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, etc. Read with caution
