Backwards

Backwards is all I feel

“It will get better”

“Let the meds kick in”

No

It’s not getting better

It’s getting worse

I’m sitting crying in my room while you tell me to simply ignore it or whatever you’re trying to say

This isn’t even a poem at this point it’s a vent

Because I’m so fucking sick of everyone telling me it will get better

It won’t

So stop

Stop letting me know your story

You story isn’t mine mom

My story is different not worse or better

But I don’t need to hear yours constantly

Your not the victim right now

Neither am I

I’m just a corpse at the bottom of the ocean

Drowned by the doctors

Drowned by falling

Falling

Falling backwards