Headrot

A poem about depression. Written: 11.11.2014

Lying in bed

Face red, pillow damp

Eyelids sticking together

Decomposing

Thick tar churning in my lungs

In, out

I can't breathe but,

I don't care

Stomach heavy, sinking down past organs

To vomit would be a release

But two fingers down my throat only brings up

Disappointment

Throat rough with acid

From words that burn below the tongue

Wanting to come out but in 

Sentences I can't bring myself to say

My heart, sunken in its cage

Beats slow but beats nonetheless

Traitor, I plead

Please stop

Old thoughts lingering

Dense in my skull

Debris collapsing from mould in my brain;

Headrot

Author's Note

Should the last line have a full-stop? I can't decide.