For me and nobody else
TW: Suicide
They're made of pills, and are slowly dying
A love poem on reassurance. The repetition on 'Baby just...' in an instrumental inspired me to write this piece โพ.
A quick wandering mental health journey reflection, reach out if you need any support, you're never alone here. #never
TW! An acrostic poem about taking medication. A little dark. I hope you enjoy!
Scabs and scars, still my wounds spread. Don't sew me up; fuck that thread.
What it still feels like when my family doesn't understand depression. The "slap some pills on it and pray it away" method... doesn't work for me.
You tried to diagnose me by looking in a book
For me and nobody else
TW: Suicide
They're made of pills, and are slowly dying
A love poem on reassurance. The repetition on 'Baby just...' in an instrumental inspired me to write this piece โพ.
A quick wandering mental health journey reflection, reach out if you need any support, you're never alone here. #never
TW! An acrostic poem about taking medication. A little dark. I hope you enjoy!
Scabs and scars, still my wounds spread. Don't sew me up; fuck that thread.
What it still feels like when my family doesn't understand depression. The "slap some pills on it and pray it away" method... doesn't work for me.
You tried to diagnose me by looking in a book