(2015)
#Depression
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I