Poems from Megan Collins

I am Depression and a Daydream.
Why would I ever feel that I'm good enough, every success story feels like rising fire and I'm being burned because I'm not as good,...
Shattered crystal, luxurious disaster, we carry heavy with our boot straps broken, only the screech of rubber tires stop us from lurching...
But I don't believe in love, exceptions or meaning, don't see me as beautiful or redeemable I've never felt so close to death, dress me in...
There are people like me who haven't gotten up, and people like me whose legs swing off of balconies, they're pleading to the angels to...
To show any emotion at all makes you insane, laughing in a quiet room, crying in the midst of an open crowd, jabbing your pencil into your...

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