This is day to day
and sometimes hour to hour.
Mental illness is a bitch you can whip until it bleeds
crawling for cover
before it gets hungry again and comes back groveling.
I do not have enough to give.
I am a meal
swallowed whole
and never sufficient.
Fighting.
Submitting.
Struggling to breathe.
Begging to be gifted
*life*
*death*
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