Abandoned, Trapped, and Alone-
Heart beats slow
Second guess my sanity,
Life- a condemned apartment
all I feel- the tickle of cockroaches
scuttling across my toes,
watch the sun melt like candle wax
bleeding red, pink, purple, until
the sky drools black like a leaking ink pen
depression is as redundant and frequent as a pulse:
turn the bath water on cold
Cement myself to rock bottom
and do nothing as I lose my breath.
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