Depression Whore….#tangygiggles

 fat-silhoutte

Depression Whore

She sits in her chair with legs and mouth bare, cat astride, I hate this view.

We’d kiss for hours

we’d talk till dawn

now it’s her coffin bill

I mourn.

She chose beer and brown food.

Three pillows in bed

not for me or

giving head.

Each January we make plans to start again.

I’m married to depression

I’m going to walk away,

Wake up in a cloud of me

and become a selfish whore

Then I will become old and die,

with a low lonely, bloody, B.M.I.

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