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May 2020
This depression house holds false warmth
It just wants to keep me caged
And I've been trying to move my way out
But that has been a losing race
These walls marked with red
Will not let me escape my head
And I think I am running out of space
This seems to be the only home I know
The windows are black holes
The lines on the doors are not to show how I've grown
Only what happens when I'm alone
And you
You like to show up from time to time
With those eyes
That make me want to die
You must be the landlord of my mind
And I can feel my shoulders ache
And I'm trying to leave but it's too late
So if you plan to stay for days
Make sure when you go there is no trace
This depression house holds me close
Like I wish you would
The ceilings are screaming
The pipes have rust
And if you hear me shouting from the rooftop
Bring me a ladder and get me the **** down
Before I turn to dust
Written by
Jackie
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