I thought I had done it.
Followed all the steps, did what they said would
Fix me.
I thought it was done.
I would never feel this way again,
I wouldn't have to run
Anymore.
So...why?
I followed your instructions, I saw your doctors.
I shoved pill after pill down my throat.
Fought as hard as I could against the monsters.
Did anything I could to stay afloat.
So... why?
Tossed from one doctor to another like an interesting puzzle, a case.
I'm falling behind as I race
against the clock, give me that pill,
no, they're here, they plague me, still...
Another. Another. One will fix me...
Another doctor, another pill, all of it tricks me
into thinking I can get better.
So...why?
Why am I still hurting?
Why am I still sinking?
Why is this smile still stretched, still thin, still wrong?
This fight has been going on for too long.
I'm still here, still thinking,
I'm not getting better... I'm reverting
Back.
Back.
Back.
Is
it
my
fault?
YOU ARE READING
Monsters
Puisi"A bunch of poems about mental illness" didn't sound great as a title, but that's basically what this is. This is my first book and I honestly just wrote these in my notes app, went "Screw it," and posted them. If these don't correlate to specific e...
