Depression Soup

what if this sadness is intrinsic?

and what am i to do with this pointless kind of pain?

i do not deserve to share in their grief when i know not the extent of their suffering

living life as me feels like nothing short of a death sentence

i've grown weary of every place I've lived and the only common factor is me

i want to delete them all from my life

sadness — it just gathers and grows doesn't it?

my ego — battered, bloody, bruised — wants the love I so wholly emptied onto you — you, a poriferous you — to fester from the inside out