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the last poem i write about my depressioni want you to know that it took me yearsthe last poem i write about my depression by MisfitableGrae
to figure out the worst part. cause, sure, there’s
so many bad parts, there’s so many moments
when dragging air through your mouth feels
like letting in all the water. your body becomes
your own battlefield, your mind—the most
ruthless enemy. it does not cut corners.
it will not spare you. it will leave
no summer-tinted memory untouched.
every exit sign looks like a suggestion.
if you ask someone if they are happy they will say yes
but they will not look you in the eyes.
you will never learn how to feel permanent.
you will drink grape juice and try to remember how it felt
to be holy. you will not think of yourself as wholly,
you are not complete. something vital is missing.
some dark monster has been feasting on you
when you lay down for sleep.
these are bad moments. these are scars that mar your skin
like tattoos that have too much meaning, like a map
of all the dirt roads you’ve walked down.
some days i can
|I don't have various things to say, except I love animals, especially butterflies and foxes. I was scared of spiders but over came my fear . I want to travel the world and explore new things. I'd love to write stories and read, also draw but I mostly do that for fun. I'm an Aspie, which is someone with Aspergers. I'm also a loner with odd interests. I can be hissy and perhaps spiteful if angered, depending on how you made me angry however. I also don't like it when someone messes with my friends, SO DON'T DO THAT! THAT'S ONE OF THE THINGS THAT MAKES ME ANGRY! I don't like being angry. Usually, I'm sweet and nice and a little shy but extremely freindly. I'm also a free spirit, AND NOTHING CAN TAKE AWAY MY FREE WILL|