Sunday, August 19, 2018

anvil


I wear my depression
like an anvil around my chest
it grows heavier and heavier
and though I try my best
it weighs me down
it weighs me down
I wear my depression
like a collar around my neck
it grows tighter and tighter
with the shame of disrespect
it weighs me down
it weighs me down

          take these stones
          and lay them still
          people will do
          what people will
          from the day I was born
          till they lay me in the ground
          it weighs me down
          it weighs me down


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