Ella is a new patient.
She overdosed on 40 antidepressants.
She doesn't like to eat, like me.
She's beautiful.
She's talked about being with girls.
So I hope she's okay
With me liking her.
But what's the point?
I told myself I wasn't going to
Be that person who "liked"
People in this place
Anyway, I don't know how
Long she'll even be here
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
