I remember the first time
People heard of my overdose attempt
Worry louded their eyes
Thoughtless asking "are you okay?"
Shock seemed to steal their common sense
Because no
I am not okay
Otherwise I would not have tried
To create an anchor of pills
And sink it into my stomach
I just wish
People realized
You don't have to look sad
To carry an ocean in your stomach
An ocean that has been filled with anchors
YOU ARE READING
Master pretender
PoesíaSometimes things have to go very wrong before they can go right. Highest rank: 1 // Poetry © Copyright. All rights reserved by kiddingafi