A museum
of pain
and mental
illness.Four walls
Gray, mint green
Glow-in-the-dark
stars.The old
exhibits
long gone
from the first
recovery.Relics
from the first,
second,
fifth,
relapse,
and new
habits.Don't linger
too long
on the
passed.Don't look
for them
The relics-
secrets-
do not want
to be
found.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoetryA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx