In the quiet, I heard my heart
Beating, but not quite right
Deep inside, I saw the leeches
Fattened and happy, leaving me anemic
I struck a match, and set myself on fire
The leeches are dead, and I am blackened cinder
Smiling like a cheshire, I dipped my fingers in the ashes
Lucky girl, you get to color charcoal
Wow. Vivid and clever. Love it.
Very interesting way of portraying depression. Very good. I like it.
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Thank you very much!