a Catholic priest told me to write
he said it was all in my head.
so I was given half a Xanex
and I drifted off in bed.
religion tells me I’m being haunted,
science swears it’s brain chemistry,
so I take my pills with holy water
to combat both, differently.
this is madness
THIS- is sadness
dreading the daybreak
dreading in the night when I wake.
a Catholic priest asked if I loved myself
with watery eyes I said no.
and I’m told to forget my past
but it’s hard when you know what I know.
my mind hurts constantly
it never has been quiet.
I’m told it will get better
but I’m not sure I buy it...
because it’s hard to tell
when you’re going through Hell
that Heaven persists
on the horizon where it exists.