Poems from kingemmett
depression,
this intangible idea
that we desperately wish
was something we could grasp
this ailment isn’t tangible
this isn’t something...
i drink to forget
so many things
i drink to forget
what you look like
what he looks like
what the inside of his car looked like
i drink to...
i am nothing to everyone
and the weight of that nothingness
feels like i am holding up the universe
on two bony shoulders and a curved...
my guardian angel
is skin and bones
thin and weary
but so clearly
i can see
us dancing in the stove light
twirling you around
you stepping...
i press the blade to my skin
i breathe
into my lungs
out of my lungs
when does the pain
of your world falling apart
begin to end?
how long...