Swallowing a pill doesn’t
Give me a father.
I could inhale all the pills in the world
But a little girl would still be without
Those stubbled hugs and a hand to hold.
I can talk a lot.
I can fill a silent room with words
-if you want-
Talk of all the times that hurt to remember
But those memories wont unstick.
Shoot me with electricity and
Shock my body like a criminal
On death row-
Charged with not letting go.
Tell me I’m just ill.
Tell me I’ll get better
Because maybe I will.
I apologise for the -slightly- gloomy tone of this post! Maybe one day I shall command my creative juices to be more cheery but until then, it looks like I’ll be needing permanent tissues stapled to my cheeks!
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REDdog
I think there is no pill for that pain…no apology necessary, in fact, this is precisely the forum to air your feelings and feel the validation that is out there for being so courageous…write on, I say, write on. Respect REDdog
Pinkjumpers
Thank you! I wanted to delete this post as soon as I posted it but you’ve made me feel less bad about keeping it on! 🙂
Haha, you write on too though!