Dents in my forehead from my keyboard
Butt dimples flattened now smooth as a gourd
Now since the first, following depression
Crashing through into hell’s choice, oppression
Sleep is fleeting and the mirror cringes
Weighing heavy and bending the hinges
All for the purpose to lose weight with meth
Gasping and fighting hard for my last breathe
© 2015 Michael Yost 03/20
Michael's Lair 