I feel sad.
I want my life to end.
I yearn for death so bad.
I'm tired of playing pretend.
Remember.
Whoosh! My memories take me back.
I remember my time in treatment.
My friends,
My therapist,
Even my dietitian.
Let's not forget my physiatrist.
They taught me how to fight.
They made me realize that I want life.
So I remember.
I remember what happiness felt like.
And I want that again.
YOU ARE READING
the girl and the moon.☽
Poetrya lost girl in space of her mind, felt lonely, scared, shouting cries. so she wrote out her feelings, sent them to the moon. he was the only one that listened. that truly understood. -cover picture is not mine. -some poems do mention depress...
