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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Agustin Avatar
January 30, 2025 at 4:50 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
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