Depression
You can rip me apart
Turn my flesh with
your bare hands
You can scatter my heart
Turn my flesh with
your tears
Spit it out to the dogs to chew
Let them swallow it,
Is okay I'll live
My heart is tumbling
like clothes in the washing machine
I'll die
I'll die inside
The worst part
I have no shoulder to lean on.
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