Poetry

Depression won’t let me feel the beauty of life!

Waiting for the pills to take effect.

Everything was perfect.

Am not who I am

Get the $%^* off me, please!

Fix your stupid game.

Am I next?

How can wanting to die be fiction?

I still get the shivers when my wife hugs me.

The curse of breathing underwater.

I collect synonymous.

I’m afraid

she smells like watermelon and kisses me I want to tell the entire world

Today is one of those days

Today, I wait

I ask myself why.

Me. Always hurting. The mind is gone. The pain is constant. The body is totally broken. But my heart beats. With empathy. With love. Me.