Boom.

A poem.

Chapter 1

Boom.

Depression doesn't always
Mean that there's
A gun to my head
And a finger on the trigger
You know.

Today,
For me,
It means smoking a few
Extra cigarettes in hopes
That I may die
From it someday.

It's thinning my blood
With more
And more alcohol.

It's walking down alleys
Alone
At night

It's another slice
In my thighs
That I already hate

It's not wearing sunscreen
On the hottest days
If the summer.

It's continuing to develop
New problems
All the time
Because one of these
Has got to be the right
Choice for me.

It's active carelessness
In hopes of an accident.

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