Tears in them All

A Poem

Photo by Artyom Korshunov on Unsplash

I haven’t cried in

twelve months, so ask me —

is it better to feel badly

or to feel nothing at all?


I'll tell you that pain

marks the face of

god, and there’s no floor

to this hole. So,


the pills make it go away, but

can’t make it worth staying,

and even with tears in them all,

our eyes are still beautiful.


I love you,


Note from Author:

For context: This poem was written to describe my feelings about how I’ve treated my depression with antidepressant medications. It’s been quite a journey. Thank you for reading.

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