my therapist says
that i've got depression
so i s'pose its official
and
she said
i should try medication
because therapy
isn't
working
and i don't know
i don't
i don't want my parents to know
that i've gotten this bad
they think i'm okay
i know why i don't want them to know
it'll just be another disappointment
just like me
and they finally
believe
that i'm find
but i don't
want to rely
on a pill anyway
i'd rather die
i s'pose
that's why
they want to put me on the pills
because i want to die
oh, i'm not trying yet
i'm biding my time
but
i run across streets
and hope i get hit
and i go to the doctor
hoping i've got a terminal illness
i'd donate all my organs
i'd shut my brain down
just so others
could live
because they
deserve it more than me
funny
i'm narcissistic
but depressed
and somehow still suicidal
so maybe
i do need those pills
they work, right?
if not, whatever
i'll just fill my body
with more pills
-em
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Poetry"i'm forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real" -tøp just me
