Everybody writes about pills
Compares them to being in love
Being addicted to heartbreak
But what if
What if we stopped
And pills were just pills
And love was just love
And lust was just lust
And pain was just pain
Nothing wrongfully romanticized
Or made out to be poetic
And scars or burns
Were just stories we tell
When someone points them out
Not bragging about self hatred on social media
Or posting pictures of secrets
In an attempt to prove you're not okay
What if mental illness was treated
As it is
And not as if it is something
Capable of being fixed
Or matchmaking
What if being insane
Was just being insane
And being depressed
Was just being depressed
And the real addicts
And obsessions
Were nothing more
Than reasons to try again
Tomorrow morning
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he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
