I am no stranger to the breakdown, Florence–
I lose my mind in varying degrees
on the goddamned regular, it seems.
prepaid
predisposition
See the predicate? Please identify:
She hides in the shower. Cry, cry, cry.
No one can hear you.
Who ordered the crazy?
Posted byKindra M. AustinPosted inPoetry, WritingTags:Anxiety, Chronic Illness, Depression, Fibromyalgia, Pain,, Sadness
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