antidepressants
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Crying, crying, crying.
Looking straight at the barren white wall.
My roommate was nowhere to be found,
So I knew I could let it all out.
But why, why, why
Was I crying so damn much?
The creatures scream and shout,
From the winter boondocks of my mind,
Oh, the things they scream about;
Their gnarly, needy hands,
Desperately attempting to grip my fate and my future,
A is for Antidepressants, and they don’t work too well.
B is for Better, a disguise that to my therapist I sell.
C is for Cut, the red line I’ve wanted across my wrist.
Swallow, swallow, swallow
STOP
A gray hue coats the surface of every object
A drought in the mind
Scene after scene after…
Black and white spots
