The medication hides all the pain and scars by day
But my pillow still cries at night.
“It’ll all work out”
Are the frail threads that people give me to hold onto
And I’m holding on
I’m holding on by just a strand
But if the gravity of life pulls any harder
I
Might
Just
Faaallllllll!!!
Very good poem hun, keep up the wonderful poetry writing. I hope to read more from you in the future.
I can relate to this poem. I have been recently been diagnosed with Bipolar disorder, and believe me, I've been put through a lot before and since then.