there’s a crack in the fixture

casually suicidal wiping the dust off my wrist checking my pulse nearing my neck if life was fixed and you were too would you still feel the way i do? there was fatigue of hundreds of days within me and one fine day, this man tells me- i promise you’ll be fine in 6weeks my…

confused by change

confused by change; gutpunched by kindness. that’s how i feel about my parents after family therapy. my shrink tells me he sees significant change in me, no more the depressed child with a knotted brain. my medicines did increase, but my mind is free. but somewhere is a creeping discomfort, am i allowed to trust…