Depression has become an insulin injection
       A necessary evil

             Only required because I have been underneath it's moon so long

       Any other tide pull would surely drown me in confusion

I keep a stained glass heart
It's fell to the floor many , many
times , breaking into minuscule fragments -
and shards
I've spent countless days and nights gluing -
the pieces back together
Each little part becoming more and more brittle
Every sliver a lost love , turned into a riddle* ...