"The doctor writes me another prescription, but I'm starting to believe that I am immune to antidepressants, cus' nothing makes me feel okay, nothing eases the pain or gives me the desire to do.. anything. Im still a rag doll. I'm still chasing medicine, but the medicine is not a pill, the medicine is something I feel like I will never find... piece, stability, dare I say... happiness."
Poetry about the pain of depression, grief, loneliness, and other things.
Let me know what you think:)