Poems from Maya Schade
To mom, whom I love very dearly.
My loving mother, who taught me to fly,
I beg of you, listen to my cry.
This ponzi scheme has you...
I once read a story
a long time ago
that depression was like a bad dog
who creeps up on you slow.
I have bipolar
it's an ugly disease...
Dear Trauma, my constant companion,
We got together ten years ago
it's hard to forget.
You help me, remind me to be careful.
Not to trust...