Sad
I thrive in my depression
As empty as I feel.
The tears help me
Create my space
Filling pages with
Nothing but fears.
Writing and typing
Till I can no longer hear.
And yet,
all my friends
always ask why
my playlist
is all sad songs.
I'll go on to tell them
it adds to my writing.
They'll go on to call me
mad but I've realized
they just don't understand/
when I took my stand
my therapist made me feel
grand for pouring my feelings
on a paper rather then letting
blood spill those days brought
me nothing but chills.
my psychiatrist
had me on sleeping pills just so
things wouldn't go bad.
my time with my medication
everyone seemed judgemental.
making it seem that my episodes
were accidental I told them no
my mind just refused to be gentle.
my parents thought I was just being
temperamental and yet in the middle of
all of this i still felt special knowing
my voice would tremble after this and yet
once i felt leveled I would thrive making this
experience fundamental.
