Once upon a time
anxiety
would pass through
my ears
without a backwards glance.
No memories
of shaking
No memories
of trembling hands
and a mute tongue.
Once upon a time
depression
was just a sad word
that I could not relate
to.
That I could not understand.
I never thought
those
"don't kill yourself tonight"
signs
would be for me.
I never thought
suicide
would cross my mind.
I never thought
giving up
would feel
so great
like a wonderful
rush of
"I don't want to
deal with this anymore"
thoughts
washing over me
like the ocean
after a hurricane
knocks little children
onto their heads.
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