Depression · Life · mental health · Poetry · Writing

Guilt


It piles up in the corner like

laundry

dirty dishes

recycling.

A weight on your mind like

lead

snow

water.

Drowning your good intentions

one

by

one.

Leaving nothing but piles of

laundry

dirty dishes

recycling

self worth

loathing.

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