It's just pills, upon pills.
Depression waves,
anxiety caves.
Moments of calm.
Numbness.
False happiness.
No emotion.
No thoughts.
It's just medicine.
It makes me happy,
when sky's go grey.
Grey. Black.
Overcast. Cloudy.
It's just medicine.
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...The Rest is History
Poetry⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
