I know I haven’t been
‘Around’ for awhile
(In more than one way,
but that’s a story for another time…)
My apologies for that
But I want to tell you
About a girl
That loves the world
She loves cats in silly costumes
She loves taking her socks off at the end of the day
She loves eating till her tummy aches
She loves the rain and the boots that it requires
Cheery, isn’t it?
But somehow those ‘loves’
Aren’t the right ones
They’re not the brand or type
Or whatever the hell
That she needs
And craves deep down inside
Which results in a little thing
I like to call depression
Which results in
Suicidal thoughts
Which results in
Blades and blood and tears
And all the effects in
‘Those categories’
Not too cheery is it?