![]() I've Been Here BeforeA Poem by BrianaWAnd so I’m here Sitting on this leather couch Trying to decide which parts of myself to cut off before the therapist finds them And there she is Getting down her demographics, putting out papers for me to sign with ink blacker than I think I’ll ever be As I sigh, I wonder if my parent’s health care is enough for this Am I enough for this? Am I mentally sick enough for this? When I say I’m depressed I sound way too cheery I want to grab the words again, shove them into my throat again I want to take the unraveled threads of my skin and leave the pride between my legs The boy that was in the waiting room smiled at me We are almost one of the same, almost His mother says loudly that he has schizophrenia And i feel like I do not belong here My problems are not nearly as serious enough The therapist asks me if I’ve ever thought of suicide I swallow had, her eyebrow raises, and I lie Actions speak louder than words Someone with depression that has no suicide attempts is not sick enough My therapist encourages that I’m suffering from depression, not having it She’s right, I’m suffering from my mind Or rather, maybe suffering from a body that refuses to let me die But I think for a moment Just a moment If only a moment That if this body is so stubborn as to keep me alive for this long Then maybe I will humor it enough just to see how long it will allow me to live © 2017 BrianaWFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on April 1, 2017 Last Updated on April 2, 2017 Tags: depression, suicide, counseling, poem, poetry Author![]() BrianaWChicago, ILAboutThere was once upon a time where I aspired to be a "writer". I liked to write and did so as a "closet-writer". Two of my haikus were published in the Young American Poetry Digest 2011 and 2012 (sevent.. more..Writing
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