Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
Name It? - Poem by Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
Name the thing that is my depression?
The thing I'd like to burn away?
'Well, cancer paitents often name their 'lump' to help them cope? '
Isn't this different?
This is me...
The thing at my very root, causing me hell.
It doesn't deserve a name.
It's not good enough for a name.
I'm not good enough for my own name.
Why should it get a name?
I don't understand..
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