I get really low
ink me so it hurts
dilate
my eyes
when I think
of the rip
in my skin
it's all
an excuse
I can do
my own tattoo
when I used to
medicate
my mind
with my nails
and a blade
and a splash
of ethanol
to keep it
in control
I've been really low
YOU ARE READING
happy pill
PoetryThis poetry collection chronicles my journey with depression, anxiety, and healing. I hope you get something out of it.
