your bones are burning
from the inside out.
watch yourself be consumed;
don't feel anything.
your lungs fill with sunlight
but only in the day.
at night it turns dark,
tar coating your lips.
the gray clouds recognize
that you are one of them.
no blue sky will keep them
from dragging you down.
oh wow look at that another one-dimensional poem about depression
i'm just really wary of posting now bc i don't want that person to keep copying my work
(the site administrators are probably ignoring me and it's ******* me off. like it's their job to take care of this kind of theft right)