Dear Doctor

 

I’m tired,

I’m lonely,

I’m sad,

I’m horny.


 

I don’t know,

I think I care,

What’s it matter who was there?

 

Sadness consumed me,

It grew and it evolved.

What is there to do?

There is no life for me to dream of.

 

I’m ruined,

I’m dirty,

I’m hurt,

I’m so very lonely.

 

Loneliness runs through my veins,

Gradually it drove me insane.

So now I sit before you telling you of my pains.

 

Depression is like no other,

There are no preconceptions.

Sometimes there are triggers,

Other times it’s random.

 

A poet would say something like,

Depression is a black, darkened sea,

It consumes me,

Chokes me,

Hurts me,

Numbs me.

It chews away at my soul.

 

I’m sad,

I’m scared,

I’m hurt,

I’m scarred.

 

Anxiety makes my body tremble,

Nervous and anxious; I wait.

What am I anticipating?

 

My mood goes up and down,

I’m hyper, 

I’m happy,

I’m sad,

I’m exhausted.

 

So now Mr. Doctor,

What is there to do?

What is there to say?

Do you believe me when I say my mind is in disarray?

 

I think you can do something,

You’re not the one who’s suppose to listen.

 

Just help me get a leveled head,

 

You can do this by upping my meds.