May 2020
She holds her throat but that's not enough
She can't hold it in
The black still seeps from her.
Her mouth, her nose, upon her skin
She's really fearful now
Trying to hold it in
But obviously that's not enough
The keep the blackness in.
She can't hold it in
The black still seeps from her.
Her mouth, her nose, upon her skin
She's really fearful now
Trying to hold it in
But obviously that's not enough
The keep the blackness in.
I'm struggling right now with depression, and sometimes my emotions feel like sludge that I'm constantly choking on. I made a poem since I can't draw
