Breathless
Depression is my only friend
But don't hold your breath
My writing is paper thin
Like the skin on my body
A paper cut could end it all
But I don't fear the fall
I fear the aftermath
When people tell prettied lies
Of how good I was
Because like a bag of tea leaves
I've steeped in the heat
Causing the water to turn black
It was there I suffocated
Nobody would ever know
But don't hold your breath
Death saved me from myself
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2020
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