healing

my best memory was first my worst. i spilled red on the canvas and it burst into 3 pieces, each one different from the other. i was taken by my mother who made sure i had enough to get me through the week. i felt weak as my journey with mental health began. i ran through the thoughts going through my head over and over again to make sure they were real. this is what i feel, i said to the doctor as he fed me the wrong pills. my heart spills red on the canvas until it ran blue.