Pills and I don't get along.
Yes, there's a reason.
Yes, it's a good reason.
No, I won't swallow.

Stupid if you know me,
because surely I am not dying.
It is merely an infection,
nothing more.
But, what if it spreads?
To my blood? To my heart?
And what if I am Dead?
I already am? When did it start?
I guess I feel alone.
More to myself. More depressed.
I feel as if I'm prone
to infections, aren't I blessed?
I should write about pills
and the pretty colors they wear.
I should write my secrets
for I may not have time to share.
and maybe this is a bit much,
but this story must be told.
that I am the girl who was
very much too bold.

I may have switched gears,

left and down
lust
right and up
love

but trust me,
love was all I was feeling.

Satan is not this red guy
with pointy horns coming out of it's head
holding a pitchfork with it's left hand
he's just a beautiful soul
misunderstood
and
mistaken as an evil creature

j.f

The light that was hope at the end of the tunnel,
It just got blew out by Satan himself.

I have realized that
zoning out for me isn't
my brain asking for a break.
it is my brain yearning to
talk about the things I don't
and to say the things
I do not say.