Hello, November.

You have caught me in only the first day.
I gave up and gave in.
I spoke up without speaking at all.

To the therapist and specialist I go to get color coated candy medicine for depression, anxiety and a proper diagnosis.

Papa cried.
Mama cried.

They don't understand.

And I don't think I want them to.

I only wanted to get better.

Not drag them down with me.