"Do you have a mental illness?"
Honestly, where do I begin?
Thinking of this topic
makes my head spin and spin.
I want nothing but to down
an entire bottle of gin.
"How does that make you feel?"
Are you fucking kidding me?
I just told you how that makes me feel!
I feel miserable, I am trapped, screaming
for help and no one is even listening.
I can feel my eyes widen, jaw clench
and my head starts blistering.
Anxiety comes in slowly, not a yell..
quiet, it's almost whistling.
"What do you do to help yourself?"
I sit and I squirm, cry and hope for
no return. I close my eyes and pretend
my death is closer than it is and
maybe, just maybe my misery will end.
"We're going to check you in."
About the Creator
Michele Hastings
I never created this to make money, just to write like I do everyday and hope that someone enjoys it!
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