Hating Interventions
A collage of people
Came to get me out of my funk,
Out of my house, out of myself.
I was in the throes though.
Shut up firmly inside, arms crossed.
Standing strong.
Wishing for sudden death, praying for it.
Mad about everything.
My headache was so bad.
They pounded on the door, screamed my name.
Kicked out a wall, and dragged me to the doctor.
Making me furiously crazy.
I was sad, and totally mad.
Wanting my funk, used to it now.
Cleaving to it, heartily. Hating them for saving me yet again.
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