Depression

I’ll break my own heart 12 times
before you’ve even put creamer in your morning coffee.
I’ll bombard myself with spam and hate mail
while you read the daily horoscope.

I’ll cry the hot angry tears of despair
and you’ll take a stroll.
I’ll shout the voiceless disappointment, the frustration
when you say, “what time is it?”

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