I'm depressed, Baby
but that's what every teenager says
these days
who knows if they
truly have the slightest clue
of that neverending
emptiness, how it
swallows                                                                  
you,
hallows                                                                    
you out
until you're the spitting image of
your worst nightmare
while it grabs you

tighter,                                                                    
pins you

d                                                                  
o                                                              
w                                                                
  n                                                            

with a ******* ferocity that even Hades himself could not endure.
This illness makes you
weak,
makes you
bleed out all of the strength
that's left in your wilted form

if there was any in the first place                              

and it won't be satisfied
until every inch of your mind is infected
with pure venom
lovely poison.

You'd expect that with an illness
treating you so **** awfully,
it'd throw you away in a heartbeat
like the trash it wants you to call yourself,
but instead it
sticks by your side
morphs itself into your own head

you won't know which thoughts are yours*            

and it becomes your
buoy,
the only constant
in your temporary
life
the only thing
you can
count on

unfortuantely
enough.