I still love you, do you love me?
Wait I forgot you never did,
I convinced myself again,
Now I'm going to admit that I'm afraid
Now that I'm out of the antidepressants,
I can't lie to myself anymore
Not when it's so obvious
I gave my heart to you,
Yet you have my love to another
I don't even remember why I'm so depressed,
But I know that I've beenn downing pill after pill,
For a while now,
Wow,
Most of the time I'm filled,
Filled with unrelenting anger
That's been tempting, for offending words
These unending insults that fire like bolts
Yet depending on the acronyms
Fuck it! Fuck you!
I may be filled with anger
But my cup is empty
It needs a refill
Fuck it, I'm reaching for the NyQuil
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
