Poems about Health
You keep walking down this road. The scenery is just grass blowing in the wind.
How was your day today? I ask them everday; To make sure they're okay, and to care for their say.
A familiar worry gnaws at my gut although I cannot name its source. That nauseating heave of guilt and fever
Can you understand the unquenchable desire of the flesh? That which wills you to become animal?
I have a knife. A big one. I keep it with me at all times.
Depression, Depression is not what people choose to have Depression is not an act to get laughs
Happiness was a foreign language Cheek tops stained with tears of anguish The games she played ate her away
Dear Brain, You are the venison Of my reality, and vis-à-vis. You are my vice and bane,
Introduction Do not pity me I got myself into this I’ll write myself out
When I look at you, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I’m in awe.