Hormonal ImbalancesA Poem by Whoreable
Teenage angst
Not the whiplash of sudden catastrophe Not the chilling ache of a winter gone wrong Less than that, but infinitely more treacherous: the uncertainty of pain half opened pill bottles a razor blade poking out, just barely, but enough to confuse Is it better to be mortally wounded or irretrievably unsure? © 2016 Whoreable |
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Added on April 3, 2016 Last Updated on April 3, 2016 Tags: Poem, poetry, depression, suicide, mental illness, love, fiction Author
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