I don't feel good
but I don't mean like that
I feel bad
I feel sad
I am wrong in the head
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel
but I know I shouldn't feel like this
are you okay?
you might ask me
and I might say I am
or I might tell you the truth
and tell you that I'm good enough
because that's the best I can hope for
right now
it's like I tasted heaven
but I wasn't really there
I simply passed by the gate
because I lost the key
that was chained to my neck
and now it's in Peter's hand
and he refuses to let go

YOU ARE READING
happy pill
PoésieThis poetry collection chronicles my journey with depression, anxiety, and healing. I hope you get something out of it.