From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...
Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...
My legs are numb so there
is no where else to go, but...
An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...
She
would give...
I look in the mirror
Then turn away in shame...
When I go to sleep, a sheet
of paper threatens my throat...
Take a look at me now
Who I am...
This is wrong.
What am I doing...
I am done
I quit...
"Have you taken your Pills?"
"Yes"...No..I haven't really...
When a soul is caged,
trapped in bars, etched...