My Antidepressant

When I feel the pain in my chest.

When my throat is filled with hate.

When my body wants all it's blood to flood out

And my mind just fills me with negativity.

The only one I can hold against me,

Whose shirt I can stain with my tears.

Who even if it is never okay,

Makes me believe it will be someday.

My antidepressant,

My love



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