living with depression
is like watching people around you
breathing but instead
your blue lips inhale
words of self-hatred
and you know you should be
able to fill your
lungs
with fresh oxygen
like everyone else
but you can't.
and the worst part is
people mistake your chest
frantically rising up and down,
as breathing
when really you're
suffocating.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
