I. The devil is right outside my window. I never knew he dressed in all black. He says hello and I see the bag of mail he's carrying. The devil is not a mailman. What is my brain doing to me?
II. Time to take my pills. The nurse hands me the cup. The ******* one will **** me. "It's a vitamin," says the nurse. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you."
Another poem about my mental breakdown. This is from my stay in the psych ward. These were delusions that I had.