It feel like my life is on pause.
Everything moves slowly.
A blur leaving me behind
All that anchored me once
Is gone
And I am officially alone
They won't let me talk to my best friends
It's cause they're not family.
But I know damn well
Family doesn't mean shit
It doesn't mean I care
It doesn't mean I want to talk to them
And it sure as hell
Doesn't mean they're healthy for me
Since that's what this place works towards
Getting me healthy.
I'd break one of my limbs
Just to hear one of my
Best friends' voices again
I feel even more lost without them.
They're my strongest
Support system.
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.
