A Poem

I haven’t cried in

twelve months, so ask me —

is it better to feel badly

or to feel nothing at all?

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I'll tell you that pain

marks the face of

god, and there’s no floor

to this hole. So,

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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.

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I love you,

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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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