A jigsaw puzzle,
Made up of square pieces,
Uniquely textbook.
Chapter one
The cure for pain is pain,
I treated sorrow with razors,
Medicated depression with a noose,
Woodpeckered my head to the wall trying to shake loose answers.
I only learned to choose amputation over a plaster for a paper cut.
Chapter two
Where the fuck is my notebook.
I promise you I've been here before,
Drew a map through the labyrinth,
I'm not sure how I got lost again.
Or where I put my history.
Seems I'm doomed to repeat it,
Maybe this time I'll learn.
Chapter three
I'm only 75% water,
I've cried enough to fill an ocean,
But I've yet to become it,
And you're not Jesus.
Chapter four
The road so far needs paving,
The path ahead is the edge of a blade.
The cost of passage is blood.
I'm running low on supplies,
I shed too much along the way.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
