As I light this cigarette and fill my lungs

As I not eat that full bowl of food

As I see my self fading I find comfort

I glanced in the mirror ‘fat ass’ ‘ugly’ 

is all that filled my head over and over again 

125 isn’t much for me... these bones are brittle 

I’m slowly shrinking into no where

and no ones going to save me.

◄ Depression.


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