do you think it's still ok to be sad? I asked you
or is there a point where everyone begins expecting you to be happy again?
and when I use the word sad,
I feel like I have to explain what that word means to me,
because it is so dark and goes so deep,
and surrounds my head in darkness
that it's both overwhelming and stabilizing at the same time...
and it hurts so much.
it hurts and hurts
and hurts,
that the meaning of the word gets lost in a feeling
that only I know
and too well,
at that.
And how could I possibly tell you
the way that this feeling pervades
our home,
when you were born here,
and you refuse to believe that something is wrong,
and you won't even come inside.
you see the predicament we are in?
...
and that is just one feeling.
I know I don't have to spell it out for you every time, because you know, but I need to tell you anyways - again - that it's not the only one that crawls around in our house.
but you already know that.
you've seen most of them, and you live with all of them.
YOU ARE READING
the home that houses my mental health
PoetryThoughts about mental health, about trying to over diagnose oneself in an effort to understand and fix what is wrong. Thoughts about thoughts. Thoughts about people, places, and poison. Thoughts on her. Thoughts on life. But probably thoughts mostly...
