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.