none of us really grow up
for most of us
our spirits break
we are the ones who grow bitter
for some of us
our spirits stay intact
we are the young at heart
and even less of us
were born broken
we are the old souls
but we are all the same
for to dirt we will return
at the end of time
YOU ARE READING
happy pill
PoetryThis poetry collection chronicles my journey with depression, anxiety, and healing. I hope you get something out of it.
