Poems about Health
I have depression, and it hurts a lot. Sometimes, when I'm sad, I feel like I've been shot.
Unheard, Unseen Blind, naked and uncontrollable trembling. Drowning me, Suffocating me.
Dear Hunter, The name of the person who had used the computer before me, Had been Hunter McDonald.
Got all these voices back and forth Like open cry to silent doors Never was you asking more
in autumn i think of you. the way a leaf browns,
She stares at the blade in her right hand the red lines covering her legs and both arms
Dear Happy, I search for you in every creak, crack, corner, doorway, action, reaction, and decision.
Watery tear-filled eyesgaze upon her lifeless bodylying in the bathtubpills she droppedon the floor
Every time you ask me how I'm doingI tell you I'm goodThat life is greatThat I'm happy
I am from Fullerton A place where railroad tracks met orange groves Where my childhood met reality