Mess, distressed

An original poem by Melissa McDevitt Mess, distressed I’m a mess I am feeling drugged, I was never a thug. Where is the loved, This schizoaffective? Like another collective. Distressed, not a mess. It’s just now I’m depressed. I don’t like tons of Abilify I wish I could dignify, Reality is not a game, NotContinue reading “Mess, distressed”