So Much Better - poem (mental illness, death, depression)


I feel so much better.
I used to be depressed.
But these little pills
Have done the trick.

I am still mad at my
Old flame because she died.
I thought we would
Be together

Until we got old and
Gray.  But now I just hear
Her voice in my
Head night and day.
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About Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal


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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives and works in Los Angeles County. Born in Mexico in 1967, his poems in English and Spanish have appeared in print and online. Some of his poems are influenced by his work in the mental health field.
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