9:17 AM
A long time ago, when I was young and sad,
people would pat my shoulder and say,
"Why the frown? Cheer up! There are smiles to be had!"
But they didn't know my sadness like I did.
They weren't there when the seed was planted, or when
I saw important people I love die. They were all too young.
Nurses would ask me to rate my pain, emotionally I was a 10,
but physically I felt nothing. I was less than a 0, how could that be?
This went on for years, the constant battle between sadness and I.
I don't think there truly was a winner, as I hid behind another person
and some "magic" pills to heal me. I didn't save me, I won't lie.
I'm not myself with the pills, but I'm the person I wished I was back then.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I hadn't gotten the help.
But then I realize I couldn't have survived being inside my head,
all alone with no one to talk to for all those years. I think, I truly do,
that if not for my medication and the support I would've been dead.
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PoetrySince the 24th of December 2015 I've been writing one poem everyday. I figured I should post these poems somewhere instead of just letting them rot in my notes. Enjoy. *All poems are mine. If you would like to use one for whatever reason, please mes...
