Broken,
Barely functioning
Breaths come in little
gasps, impatient for
The next expanse
The world is black
at the back of this closet
Biting my nails
Thinking about bullets, blood, and
What it means to be loved
In between a breakthrough and a
Mental breakdown
Laughing as I frown
I’m a happy clown, a happy clown
Someone bring me out of this closet
Someone bring me Benzodiazepines
Someone tell me that I’m not crazy
Someone say a prayer for me

© Milan Lopes