June 30, 2022.
I knew it was close behind
I was hoping the medication would unburden me
- or my therapist's advice
For a minute, I thought I was making great strides
Less laying comatose and finding my passion and drive
but depression was just watching me through broken window blinds
Truth is, you can poke holes in a jar, but you're still trapped inside
All at once, insomnia stepped on my throat
All night, I tossed and turned - so anxious my face would go white
Felt as though I've been sweating and bleeding out
Past ghosts or memories from the past that seem more alive than myself
I missed my therapist's call twice,
and in her emails I could tell she was anxious
I told myself it wasn't over me, but her missing paycheck
but in this sobering morning, I think it could have been genuine
I feel at times,
I'm dangling one foot off the edge of sanity
and just looking around to see if anyone cares
It's hard to feel love from this family - unless you're in tears
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2022-06-30 at 16:35
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sobering morning
Maybe it's reality that has caught up to meI knew it was close behind
I was hoping the medication would unburden me
- or my therapist's advice
For a minute, I thought I was making great strides
Less laying comatose and finding my passion and drive
but depression was just watching me through broken window blinds
Truth is, you can poke holes in a jar, but you're still trapped inside
All at once, insomnia stepped on my throat
All night, I tossed and turned - so anxious my face would go white
Felt as though I've been sweating and bleeding out
Past ghosts or memories from the past that seem more alive than myself
I missed my therapist's call twice,
and in her emails I could tell she was anxious
I told myself it wasn't over me, but her missing paycheck
but in this sobering morning, I think it could have been genuine
I feel at times,
I'm dangling one foot off the edge of sanity
and just looking around to see if anyone cares
It's hard to feel love from this family - unless you're in tears
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 170 times
Written on 2022-06-30 at 16:35
Tags Mentalhealth Depression Insomnia
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