Stabbing backs
Is what traitors do
Turning coats to blood Red
From a royal BlueYou wear them proud
With your rifles raised
Up to my temple
My mind is frayedBy bullets and bits
Of bitter tasting memories
A cannon ball of emotion
Knocks my tears out with easeAs my royal Blue coat
Turns red from my blood
Yours slipped elegantly off
As you ignored my royal blue flood
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PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.