things aren’t bad

when any malleable silver is my friend


things are bad

when pills looks like

tic tacs


something’s gotta give

i am crying like hell

i laugh in front of you

it’s 1:27 p.m.


i’m enticed

i trip over the edge

i don’t eat

i’m fed up with life

full of angst


i am depressed and i make jokes about being depressed

they’re so hilariously true


existence is unbearable

i’m exhausted on 10 hours of sleep


too weak to hug


my arms loosely around your waist

you’ll have to hold me up while i lay


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