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L Nov 2013
there are none.
nope.
none at all.
depression isn't artsy.
depression isn't beautiful.
depression is depression.
and there are no perks to it.
L Nov 2013
my lips lack the luster
to make your malicious mind
continue to crave my capricious crimes
that i inflict infernally
upon your thoughts.
L Nov 2013
i haven't been on much
because my grandfather just died,
and i have to go to church
tomorrow,
even though i'm jewish.
L Oct 2013
i've got all the time in the world,
and all the tools i need,
to be someone or something,
but depression needs to feed.

i'll surround myself with people,
sweet smiles praise their lips,
i'll pretend to listen to their advice,
but i really couldn't give a ****.

they say they want to help,
but i know what they really think,
that if they say they understand,
it'll help me float instead of **sink.
L Oct 2013
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my stomach acid is ascending,
slowly bubbling to the brim,
vomiting vile vinegar-like substances,
because a beetle burrowed into my brain,
and pulled and plucked at my pendulant fears,
and developed into a disgusting demon,
that sits and stews sadistically,
hiding in my hideous head.
L Oct 2013
a black cat crossed the road today,
right in front of my car,
it stopped and looked at me for a moment,
and burned a hole that turned to a scar.

i continued to drive down the street,
and i didn't worry a bit,
because i knew any bad luck i'd meet,
i would ******* deserve it.
L Oct 2013
my chest is constantly
like fault lines,
trembling and
aching
and shaking under
my skin,
because i'm not
"stable" and
i'm not "social"
and i'm never going
to be.
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