“Fine”
How am I?
Something inside me is eating itself
I can feel it chewing
Gnawing its way from my stomach
Up to my throat and back
You would think by now
My insides would be bubblegum
But every bite feels fresh
New and piercing
The breakdown of something whole
Whole and bitten open and whole again
And I can’t breathe
“I’m fine, how are you?”
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my depression is not pretty
Posted Sep 6, 2022, 1:29 AM UTC · edited
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