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See, I wanted to write a poem about depression. I wanted to have these deep moving lines. These philosophical phrases. I wanted to write a poem about depression. I wanted to write about how when you cut open your wrists Flowers and glitter spill out rather than blood and despair. I wanted to write about how when you drink yourself towards blacking out you throw up money and happiness rather than shame and bile. I wanted to write about how when you put a bullet through your jaw, flower petals and joy will come out rather than blood and a lifer ended. I wanted to write a poem about depression. But there aren’t any pretty words to go with depression.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
I Wanted To Write A Poem
See, I wanted to write a poem about depression. I wanted to have these deep moving lines. These philosophical phrases. I wanted to write a poem about depression. I wanted to write about how when you cut open your wrists Flowers and glitter spill out rather than blood and despair. I wanted to write about how when you drink yourself towards blacking out you throw up money and happiness rather than shame and bile. I wanted to write about how when you put a bullet through your jaw, flower petals and joy will come out rather than blood and a lifer ended. I wanted to write a poem about depression. But there aren’t any pretty words to go with depression.
Copyright © 2015 by Kathleen McSweeney
#suicide#self#harm#depression
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
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