Corpse Trapped in Your Closet
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Depression is a corpse trapped in your closet
For some it's hidden, not seen right away
Buried under the floorboards or under that pile Of laundry you swear you'll go through
But for others, it's not so hidden, not so far away
You've known of it for a while you just choose to Ignore
The stench
The stench of not showering for weeks
The stench of dirty laundry you only do when your head reminds you
You can't live in soiled underwear forever
The stench of your morning breath because you
Are always too tired to brush your teeth
The idea of living with a corpse in your closet is Unbearable
Until your closet is the only place
The voices don't follow you
The junk food doesn't follow you
The razor blades don't follow you
When suddenly you're dwindling away in your closet
Avoiding anything that might trigger you
When suddenly you've stopped eating,
You've finally hit your goal weight and still don't feel beautiful
When suddenly you've cut off all ties with toxic
And non-toxic friends you realize something:
You
You are the corpse that's trapped in your closet
-SP
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Loss and Love and Longing - Poetry by Soph
PoesíaMy poems from over the years that have stuck by me in my best of times and my worst of times.
