DEPRESSION

Broken.
Weak.
Defeated.
Worthless.
Cripple.

I don’t think I can survive it again.

I’ve grown too soft in all the wrong spots.

I don’t think I got it in me to get strong enough again.
I don’t have that much hurt left in me.

The streets scare me these days everything scares me

Meaningless

Nothing more
Than a burden to be bore
Rotten harvest of guilt
Dead fungus foundation to rot upon

©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

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