you pick at people like they're scabs
then wonder why
their words sting you
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happy pill
PoetryThis poetry collection chronicles my journey with depression, anxiety, and healing. I hope you get something out of it.
frustrated
you pick at people like they're scabs
then wonder why
their words sting you