6 months ago depression was my enemy
No energy think an angel sent to me
She gets to me so I think I might write to her
But she doesn’t read me letter she wants my spoken word
So I speak on this beat lyrics tweak till they perfect
And her lips thin up top and the bottom they sit plumb
Covered in lip gloss
I was underneath my covers constantly exhausted at a loss
Breathing in exhaust in my path
Couldn’t face it
Roadblocks
Mind Gone
Tough loss
Depression tastes like coffee grinds mixed with wet cigarettes
Maxi pads in ulcers
No soul death eater
Vultures swarm me
Foreshadowing my demise
approval.
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