logant455

i. in 7th grade                                       i didn’t know depression until she told me her name, carving forever scratches along my limbs like little love notes on the bark of a tree. she stole my rings and left me hollow. ii. i had only ever met anxiety in passing, until one day he handed me power and told me to hurt someone else with it. iii. inexperienced, with an uncontrollable quivering in my fingers, he whispered, “ to survive, you must learn quickly.” as i shoved the bevel of a needle into a strangers arm. iv. so, if a therapist could talk away my scars like iodine disinfects, guide the ships through