Title: I call them happy pills
Don’t call them “Antidepressants”
It feels off
These tiny white pills that help me get out of bed.
I call them “Happy pills”
“Antidepressant” is a big word.
I don’t like it.
It reminds me that something holds me back from always smiling.
It's a reminder that I can not, not think because I’ll hear my voice.
My voice that downplays everything I’ve ever done.
The word “anti” itself I don’t like.
It makes me think of a medication to get rid of a virus.
I'm not a virus!
Am I?
Do I hold the same worth of a feeble bad germ to you?
I call them happy pills.
A term that may be childish, but helps.
It doesn’t constantly remind me that I have something off about me.
But simply that I need a bit more help.
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PoetryJust some edgy poems, and just random thoughts. I'll update when I want. Yeah, or you can ask me questions. So...yeah. Enjoy? ALSO WARNING ⚠️⚠️ some of these may contain some subjects that may trigger or make some people uncomfortable (ex. Self harm...
