4:02 am

depression hits you

when you least expect it

but when it hits you 

it fucking hits 


hits harder

than your running shoes

can pound on the pavement

you can't out run yourself 


hits stronger

than the smell of his colongne 

that's found a new pretty neck 

to call home 


hits faster

than the painful realization 

that no amount of harm 

you take out on your arms 

will ever make you okay


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