The chemicals in my brain
are more than "a little" fucked up.
If you want, I can tell you
about this God-awful lineup.
Depression basically makes me sad,
and lately, that's been amplified.
I can't speak, nor barely breathe,
even if all I want is to scream and cry.
Anxiety makes me scared and nervous
and confused as all hell.
Even if I can't change a thing,
I feel completely and absolutely unwell.
The past events that my life has brought me
definitely have their spot on this list.
Trauma from childhood and early teen years
complete this tally; hope there's nothing I missed!
As you can see, my brain
isn't really on my side here.
Therapy's expensive and it's a bit too early for substances...
Oh well, that kinda sucks...
Damn, that really fucking sucks.
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Vibes by Evan Davidson
Poetry"Vibes" by Evan Davidson is a collection of original, semi-cringe poems that were written between the original quarantine period through this past year. Each and every one of them was birthed through times of hurt, heartbreak, angst, and confusion...
