Poems about Health

A is for atheist because I don’t believe in God, apples because my grandfather used to give me apples in the morning for breakfast and my
I learned how to fly With words on a page. I learned how to laugh With dancing letters.
Shots fired Lives lost Defeated and tired At what cost Hard to move Long we stand As we prove
My dear friend, I’m sorry.   I’m sorry that it’s come to this
Tears threaten to fall But I push them back   Screams bubble up
The inescapable abyss in which you find yourself to be, is caused primarily by a childhood non-ideal as I can see.  
I feel the walls close in on me As I feel the hinges of panic crawl onto my skin And the inklings of my mind. The beast has been let out
She sits upon her broken throne, Crying out “is it worth it anymore?”
The other day there was a cerain smell, that took me to a time I don’t often tell.
I’m not okay. I’m sitting on the bathroom tiles, Crying, Screaming,

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