We Are All So Good at Smiling

by Amber McBride

brain is still a brain with or without serotonin—but we think too much.

My point is that a leaf knows it’s important, at all moments of its life even when it is broken. People always forget that a rough day, a bad year— doesn’t equal a bad life.

I don’t want the sun, Faerry— I prefer the moon.

Tell yourself a story, bring yourself back to you.

God blistered & bothered in the stars saying, How about a mind plague for humankind? We could call it Clinical Depression.

Then they handed it out, like spoiled candy.

It’s hard to explain when you are bruise-less.

It’s hard to explain, I am so tired I have to convince myself to breathe each breath.