This poem is about depression... about wearing misery in every molecule in your body. It is what you are, it is what you think, say, do, taste, smell, hear... it is everything.
I'm freaking out because I feel so low and I am not off my meds. That is a worrying development.
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♫ "Depression's like a big fur coat,
it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm"
"I think I'm just in love with the feeling
Break my bones so I can feel them healing
"Crazy"'s, I believe, the medical term
When we wanna recover, but we don't wanna learn
Keep breaking what's been fixed a thousand times
And gimme some more of that iodine"
"But if we want to wake up,
Why we still singin' these lullabys?" ♪