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13 Years Of Mental Health"You're feeling ill?
Just take these pills
Then you don't need them anymore
Here you go
Take these instead
You say they only make it worse?
I'll increase the dosage
For good measure we'll add some of these as well
Give it some time
The side affects will go away
Why have you stopped coming to see me?"
DisorderEndless physical pain
Timeless emotional torment
Nobody beside me
So what exactly is the point of all this again?
Inhale/ExhaleExhausting the exasperation
Wet,salty bliss runs down my cheeks
Warmth under hands turns frigid
Demeanor follows suit
Calm in the eye of the storm
Another Wasted WeekendYou tell me again that I'm wrong
That's a siren song
That spews forth from your lie generator
You say I'm the one who left
And yet I'm bereft
Of the comfort that's supposedly family
Another weekend down
But still I'm around
Once again my phone rings not at all
So my sorrow drowns
Beneath the alcohol
My friends wonder if I've had too much
I sit here singing
Sad and absurd songs
Off key and far from the melody
The stress piles on
More secrets for my over burdened head
My hands are shaking again
Is this normal for you?
I'm the one who's so far beyond
Help, it's all I ask
Am I fooling myself?
Tears of FireSo young
So full of life
A facade to hide the child's strife
A burning hand as cold as ice
A gaping hole where his heart should be
Blackened dreams tell the tale of a flame extinguished by a fistful of hate
A banshee's cry
A siren's wail
And no more
Shall this child weep
Tears of fire
Insignificant OtherPreparations begin for another day
A loud ringing breaks the morning silence
The news hits hard crushing my very being
Another light has faded from existence
My knees buckle
Levees shatter in my eyes
These hands won't stop shaking
My present form is akin to a fetus
As cold tiles caress my cheek
She comes to bring me comfort
All I can do is lie limp on the floor
Broken and torn like an old rag doll
Obligation beckons her
She bids me farewell
Promising a later return
I feel her warm lips on my forehead
A door closes in the distance
I'm alone with my thoughts
Hours pass as I recover from the shock
Her duties have long since been fulfilled
I have yet to hear her voice
Time and again I reach out to her
Through a network of electrons and radio waves
There is no response
Ice blankets the highway
My thoughts turn to fear
I can't handle another loss today
Feet meet boots before tires roll on frigid pavement
I wish I could go faster
I arrive and find her car parked beside an unknown truck
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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