Turns out I wasn’t really depressed, I was just lonely and bored

By Grace Sinkins

I went off my meds that should’ve never been prescribed to me, 
  Just a few weeks after I saw my dead grandpa in the gas station parking lot.
  Now I have clarity and I know what he thinks of me,
  But I can’t for the life of me remember any of my recent memories.
  The only thing I know is true is that im no longer the girl you wanted to travel Southwest America in an RV with.
  You replaced me last Tuesday and I heard rumors that you’ll be engaged by next week.
  I’ll show up uninvited to the wooded chapel wedding with a box of lukewarm twisted tea;
  I’ll only do it so someone could officially confirm that I’m no longer wanted.
  I only understand words spoken when they are spelled out for me.
  Without anybody to push me back maybe I’ll finally catch up to speed; 
  That way I’ll eventually have answers to the questions my psychiatrist has been asking me. 
    Answers that I don’t even mean. 

Grace Sinkins is a seventeen year old poet who loves the planet. Grace has been published in numerous magazines such as Contemporary Jo and Ice Blink Lit. You can find her on Instagram @gracexlizzie.