They told me to take it.
Shhh…it’ll make it better.
Just two a day would make me normal again.
I drink them all.
Two will make it better, all will make it perfect.
I feel nothing now. Everything is clear. Nothing hurts.
Emotionless I lay back and wrap my legs around death.
“It’s okay if we play,” I tell him.
“I know now that nothing really matters.”
The Secret Life of Pandas 
Oof. my heart. This poem is really effective because I think it might secretly be a dementor and I will need chocolate now. ♥
I started anti depressants. This was my reaction. ❤❤❤
So sweet to read your creativeness again… (-:
Oh ouch…. A painful read but wonderfully written. peace & hugs