Gross.

I do not feel like myself.

Zoloft pulls my anger into full swing.

Then I'm punching walls over nothing.

I don't like the unsteady tremble in my hands,

The overly nice sound in my voice,

I hate myself, so much less when you're around.

I'm terrified of letting you down,

And yet I don't know how I lift you up.

I can't stand this feeling, I've had enough.

I

Hate 

Mondays.

Author's Note

05.19.2014