You don't tell me much about your emotions anymore, and maybe it's because you're afraid to reveal the real things and I'll have you sent away again desperately to an institution that I pray will save you.
It's just that the things you said that night constantly replay in my head.
One appointment, two days, doesn't make years of sadness go away.
I know- I've been going to therapy and swallowing pills for a year now.
They say most artists struggle with mental illness or some sort of internal pain.
This is the primary reason I'm so scared for you.
I know because I'm one of those artists too.
YOU ARE READING
Limerence
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
