The Letter

April 29th, 2020

“I think you’re depressed”
An unusual love letter
Your words perplexed me
Saying you wanted me to get better
You listed examples
That I didn’t want to see
Mental illness wasn’t something
I could grasp tangibly
I don’t feel sick
I don’t want to be dead
And I’m not always sad
But you sensed things unsaid
At eighteen years young
I didn’t want to accept
That these feelings are normal
So I left them uncheck

Run

February 19th, 2020

You used my pain
To your advantage
Of feelings that
I did not manage
A path that I
Could never change
Of memories that
I can’t exchange
With love left behind
In the past
Times of hope
That wouldn’t last
And I can’t hide
Or run away
So I sold my soul
To feel okay