Poems from sarahlilibeth

An Open Letter to the Person Who I Thought Was Waving at Me, But Really Wasn’t
Dear you, I’m so sorry that we both had to go through that.  Really.  It was super uncomfortable for me, and I cannot even imagine how it...
An Open Letter to the Person Who I Thought Was Waving at Me, But Really Wasn’t
Dear you, I’m so sorry that we both had to go through that.  Really.  It was super uncomfortable for me, and I cannot even imagine how it...
The Alphabet: Antidepressant Version
A is for Antidepressants, and they don’t work too well. B is for Better, a disguise that to my therapist I sell. C is for Cut, the red line...
Depressed: A Slam Poem
Depressed Depressant The liquid that flows past my lips and scorches my throat Throat Cut-throat At war with myself Why can’t I be happier...