What depression feels like
Content warning: depression and suicide
The days pass by like flecks of dust in the wind.
Every particle clings onto some part of me
Rips off a bit of skin and flesh
I’m dissolving into the storm
Smile, smile, laugh, smile, smile again
till the skin peels off my face
Fleck by fleck, you start to see all my teeth
My jawbones and empty eye sockets
Brittle wobbling wind-blanched bones
Tell me I’m smart, tell me I’m pretty,
Tell me you love my exposed skeleton
as it falls for you
and collapses at your feet
once the wind stops.
Now you pick me up
Put the pieces into an urn
Tell them how beloved, how intelligent I was,
how I made everyone laugh,
how much promise I had,
how you never saw it coming.
Preach, my sisters and brothers,
Put me on a parapet
even though you never loved me
till I was just bones.