Organized Chaos - Volume 4
- Alcohol, Drugs And OCD
- Back To School With E&RP
- But … They Seem So Real!
- College: Involuntary Exposure Therapy
- Getting Rid Of Frightening And Violent Images & Thoughts
- God Forbid
- Going Public In A Big Way
- Little Blue Pills
- To Tell, Or Not To Tell About Your OCD
Little Blue Pills
by Jessica Sirkin
Sharp bullets of anger
Fly through my mind.
I open my mouth
And spent shells fall.
I sit down
Begin my algebra homework.
Inside the buzz of gunshots lingers.
I walk the barb-wired trenches
Of my mind.
I am at war
With the darkness
Behind my eyes.
The enemy
Is isolation,
Endless chains of numbers,
Counting recitation,
Pain and fear.
The enemy
Is dry bleeding hands,
Cut wrists,
The night chill
As I prepare to jump.
The enemy
Is the grinning devil
Inside my hard shell.
The calm exterior
To hide my turmoil,
My battle
Against the forces
Of insanity.
I hide in the safety
Of my little blue pills.