Living with depression
Is like watching people around you
Breathing but insteadYour blue lips inhale
Words of self-hatred
And you know you should
Be able to fill your
Lungs
With fresh oxygen
Like everyone elseBut you can't.
And the worst part is
People mistake your chest
Frantically rising up and down
As breathing
When really you're
Suffocating.
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