I feel rotten
From the inside out
It started with my heart
And worked its way around the rest of my insides
My mind is slowly rotting now
The thoughts feel like a thick black tar
Never able to be cleaned
And traps anything that crosses its path
Everything good
Everything bad
I am rotting
And no amount of, therapy, medicine, or hugs can fix it
No matter how many times people try to save me
They are years too late
So I guess i'll rot
And live in this shell that used to be a body
Until the outside of me finally matches the inside
And I'm rotted in the ground
Six feet under.