Depression sticks to be my belly
like it knows I am home.
It covers every surface,
leaving no room to grow.
It slivers and twists
up and down my spine,
like a 80s staircase made in 1985.
I could always evict her,
but she has nowhere to go.
Leaving me vacant,
and also without a home.
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
Depression sticks to be my belly
like it knows I am home.
It covers every surface,
leaving no room to grow.
It slivers and twists
up and down my spine,
like a 80s staircase made in 1985.
I could always evict her,
but she has nowhere to go.
Leaving me vacant,
and also without a home.