Holidays and Depression

Seasonal or situational?

Let’s just juxtapose the two:

Without my Mother’s breath.

Without my Father, in depth.

With serotonin’s constant death.

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Self-deprecating or debating?

Let’s just juxtapose the two:

Without his kiss on my forehead.

Without any bliss or fortune.

Depression is so… fucking… morbid.

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Medicating or sedating?

Just fucking juxtapose the two,

Because, the meds; fuck you, head.

Because, his bed; fuck you, sweet smells.

Because, in my head my heart descends.

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