My blanket of depression covers me, like a weighted blanket of bricks, weighs me down, prevents me from going where … More
My blanket of depression
covers me,
like a weighted blanket
of bricks,
weighs me down,
prevents me
from going where I need to be.
My blanket of depression
follows me
everywhere I go,
never leaves my side,
always there,
reminds me
of the broken me,
the wounded me,
the flawed me
I have become
again.
My blanket of depression
covers me,
hides me,
protects me
from the outside world,
so no one can get in
to hurt me again,
except
me
and
my
blanket
of
depression.
–written by Susan Walz
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