I went off my medication.  It isn’t doing me any good.  I still hurt.  I still cry.  I still mess up.  I still feel worthless.  It’s been years.  My normal.  It’ll always be part of who I am.



The guillotine fell
Quick and sharp
Cut all the tears
The screams short
The body left
Empty and numb
In a dreary heap
Just flesh and bone
That’s the drama
That is felt
As if all the warmth
Is stolen forever
And the cold
Is granted a stay
Every good thought
That was ever had
Leaps to their death
On the sharpest
Edges of dark
Cut and torn
In shreds they lay
Not even enough
Left of them
To bleed
On this broken day

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