On depression

Hula hoop fog

On a flatline plateau
Anti depressants have me so
A hula hoop of fog
Spinning around my neck
Anxious to walk in my own steps
Blood blisters in my hands
Strangling emptiness with my palms
Why does no one understand,
She said,
Maybe when I’m dead and gone
They’ll see
The stark dark inside of me

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