Im dying...
But we all are
Bodies ticking time bombs
Fruit slowly going rotten
Inside out
Outside in

Im depressed
But we all are
Because he told me i just felt too much
My depression was just my sadness and my imagination playing tag all over the play ground that was my thoughts

My words were hot lava so them we'd never touch
I was simply sad and could not find sentences so that meant my feelings simply did not exist

So... When i say that i am dying i don't mean generally

I mean my opinions of myself betray me
And i love hating myself for all that i can't be
Perhaps i should
just leave