all I wanna do is eat some
forbidden meds.
forbidden meds,
expired meds,
bad meds,
good meds,
helpful meds,
pain meds.
whatever meds,
I don't care at this point
because right now
I just feel like I'm the cause of my own depression.
maybe I am.
but who's to say?
if I were to take some forbidden meds,
pull away the faded paper packaging,
and just await my fate.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
