it's too much
let my teeth rot
and my body go unwashed
and my hair stay greasy
my clothes are scattered on the floor
if I sound funny to you
then you're not my audience
go away
I'm too much for you
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happy pill
PoetryThis poetry collection chronicles my journey with depression, anxiety, and healing. I hope you get something out of it.